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The Priest Part 4

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader. Reading from his POV.

Author’s note/ Summery: There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. Rules that seem obvious. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. I’ve always been good at following rules. Until Y/N came. Several months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession.

Warning: Y/N dancing for Drew at a strip club. Drew being dominant. Fingering. Dirty talk. Rough sex. Multiple orgasms. 18 +

 Finally, I ventured to ask. “Where are we going?”

She gave me a small smile, one of those smiles that left me transfixed by her mouth. “To my job.”

I barely had time to process this before we were walking inside, before Y/N was nodding at the woman at the front desk (who was dressed in a tailored suit, as if she was working at an investment firm and not at a strip club.) 

We ducked through one of the openings and then Y/N led me inside a room.

“What are we doing?”

“My boss said I can use these rooms whenever I want. And I want to right now.”

“For me?”

“For you. Now wait here,” she said with a grin, and then left, closing the heavy wood door with a snick.

So these were the private rooms she’d told me about, like the one she’d fucked Austin in. That thought sent the now-familiar corkscrew of jealousy spiraling deeper, but then I remembered the car, her desperate I love yous. She was here…with me. Not with him.

But why did this snake of anger still slither in me? I hated myself for feeling it, but I couldn’t chase it out, couldn’t dig it out. It slunk through my veins, tickling the inside of my fingertips with the urge to—to what? Spank her ass for spending time with her ex without my permission? Fuck her until she grunted, until my cock was the only thing she knew?

God, I was such a fucking asshole.

To distract myself, I examined my surroundings. I’d never been to a strip club before, but this was admittedly much nicer than what I’d expected. There was a chair and a sofa, both leather (easily cleaned, a bitter voice thought) and a dais in the middle of the room, wide enough to host a pole and also wide enough for a dancer to dance without it.

The light was low—shades of blue and purple—and the music was loud but not loud enough to be annoying. The kind of volume where it sank into your blood with a thrumming, demanding beat, where it fused with your own thoughts and set your pulse higher, set your adrenaline on a slow, steady drip.

I sat on the leather sofa and leaned forward, looking at my hands. What was I doing here? Why had she brought me? Of all the places—

But then the door opened and I stopped wondering anything except when I could push my cock inside her because fuck.

She wore a wig the color of blue cotton candy, and eye makeup so heavy that all I could picture were those kohl-rimmed eyes peering up at me as she sucked my dick. And I immediately saw what she’d meant when she said the club liked to hire girls who looked expensive. Because while I knew fuck all about lingerie, I did know that the delicately embroidered fabric of her sheer panties was probably not the usual stripper garb. Nor the matching silk shelf bra or the lace pasties covering her nipples—all in a soft champagne. A strip of the same champagne-colored silk was tied around her neck in a bow, and I wanted to unwrap her like a present, right then and there. She always looked amazing—in clothes and naked—but she was transformed right now, a Y/N I had only seen glimpses of even in our most intimate moments.

She strode over to me, just as graceful in six-inch heels as she was in ballet flats, and held out her hand. “Your wallet.”

Confused, I dug it out of my (suddenly very tight) jeans and handed it to her. She dug a roll of crisp fifties and hundreds out of her bra and slid them neatly inside my wallet, handing it back to me. “I want to play a game,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. “Let’s play a game.”

She licked her lips, and I realized that I wasn’t the only one crazy fucking turned on right now. “You’re just a client, and I’m just a dancer, okay?”

“Okay,” I echoed.

“And you know there’s certain rules about private rooms, don’t you?”

I shook my head, unable to keep my gaze from raking over her form, over her expensive lingerie, over that strip of silk tied around her neck that could so easily be turned into a leash…

“Well, first you have to pay me for being here.” And then she put a hand on her hip, looking so impatient and so hot, and any philosophical arguments Good Guy Drew might have had about pretending something so degrading—about being in a strip club in the first place—vanished. And the moment I placed the bills in her hand, the air instantly changed. The game vanished and this was our reality—no matter that we loved each other, that this wasn’t even my money—I was paying her and she was taking it and now she was on the stage, one hand on the pole, her eyes on me.

She started dancing, and I leaned back, wanting to memorize every detail of this, of the way her legs wrapped around the pole as she swung, the way her blue hair brushed against her shoulders, the way the muscles in her arms and shoulders pulled and strained against each other.

The low light, the loud music, the anonymity of the sex on display in front of me…all combined with the heated blaze in her eyes, like she wanted me and me specifically and me right now—There was something so delicious in the tug of power between us; I presumably held all the control and dignity in this situation, but the reverse was actually true. She was captivating me, she was putting me under her thrall, until I wanted to offer her everything, not just the money she’d put in my wallet, but my house, my life, my soul.

Y/N and her dance of seven veils.

And then she bent over, and I was distracted by the fact that her ass was now front and center, that I could see the shadow of her folds through the fabric, and I would’ve sworn any oath right then to caress her there.

I shifted, trying to make more room for myself in my jeans, but it was useless. And then she was in front of me, a hand on each of my knees, and she spread them wide so she could step between them. She turned so that her ass was in front of my face, so close that I could make out the individual flowers embroidered on her lingerie, and I ran a finger across them.

She caught my hand. “You have to pay more if you want to touch,” she purred, and I followed, because no price was too high for her.

I handed over the money without question, which she tucked in her bra. Then she guided my hands to her hips and moved them down to her flanks and then back up to her tits. I toyed with the pasties a moment, both loving and hating the unfamiliar feeling of having her nipples blocked from me.

She sat in my lap, pressing her ass against my erection and laying her head back against my shoulder as I fondled her tits. I nuzzled her neck. “I bet you do this with all the guys who come in here.”

“Just you,” she said in a velvet voice, wriggling against me, the friction against my dick making me groan quietly. She flipped over, so she was straddling me.

“You know,” she said, in that same low, kitten voice, “I never let guys do this, but if you want, I’ll let you see my pussy.”

Yes, please.

“I would like that.” I am very proud that I managed to not squeak like a teenage boy.

She extended her hand, and I fished out the wallet again. It was just as well that this was a game; I’d never be able to afford Y/N on a priest’s salary.

After she was paid, she hopped on the dais and spread her legs wide again, pulling the crotch of her panties aside to show me what I wanted to see. It was wet and an enticing rose color in the dim blue light of the room—the color Renaissance painters should’ve used to paint the light of Heaven.

I stared, hypnotized, as she slowly let her hand drift from her neck, down past her breasts to the gentle rise of her pubic bone. From there she traced wide, light circles around her pussy, a loose spiral across her lower stomach and inner thighs, drawing closer and closer, and when she finally grazed her clit, I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

She too sighed at her touch, her hips rocking tiny little rocks into her hand, as if she was unconsciously trying to fuck the air, and I was beginning to lose track of everything that wasn’t her cunt. Didn’t she know I could fill it for her? Didn’t she know I could make her feel good, if only she’d let me?

I stood up and walked to the dais. Our eyes were at the same level, and I kept her gaze as I slid my hands from her knees up to her inner thighs, my thumbs coming teasingly close to her pussy. I did it again, this time daring to go closer, wondering if she would let me, if her lust would overtake her rules about money. My thumbs ran over her folds and she shuddered, and so did I, because holy shit, she was wet. So wet that I knew I’d be able to push my dick right in with no resistance.

“You want to stick your fingers inside me?” she asked.

I nodded, taking my thumbs and spreading her folds apart, moving that smooth pink flesh aside so that her entrance was completely exposed, begging for fingers or a cock.

“It’s going to cost you,” she said mischievously, placing her hands over mine.

“You drive a hard bargain,” I breathed. Hard was the right word for how I felt too. I was about three seconds away from unzipping my jeans and taking matters into my own hands (as it were.)

I found the bill, folded it lengthwise to make it easier for her to stow away, but this time she didn’t take it with her fingers, she took it with her mouth, her lips grazing my fingers, and it was so degrading, so wonderfully degrading, and the Herod in me was exultant on his throne, delighted with a king’s delight to see her with that money in between her teeth, knowing that now her pussy was mine to touch as I wanted.

She raised up on her knees as if to stand, but I was getting what I paid for, and right now, and I wrapped one arm around her waist and yanked her down, onto the two fingers I had waiting for her. She cried out and I smiled grimly, planning on taking full advantage of this particular service tier. With the arm around her waist, I pushed her down even farther, so that her pussy was grinding against my hand (which was currently smashed against the dais, but I didn’t mind,) and so the hot locus of nerves at her front rubbed relentlessly on my palm. My fingers crooked forward, finding the soft textured spot that would send her over the edge.

I moved my fingers while I crooned in her ear. “If I make you come, do you have to pay me?”

She laughed but the laugh immediately faded into a ragged sigh as I pressed her harder against my hand. I bit at her collarbone and at the soft skin around her pasties, her wetness quivering against my hand and that silk bow just begging to be wrapped around her wrists, and then she came with a sharp noise, bucking fruitlessly against me as I held her tighter, worked her harder, wrung every last drop of pleasure from her climax.

As she came down, her body relaxed against mine, but I was nowhere near relaxed. I slid my hand out from underneath her and put my fingers to her lips, making her suck her own taste off of them, my other hand unbuttoning my jeans.

Y/N glanced down and back up to my face. “You want me to put it in my mouth?” she asked, looking at me from under her lashes in a way that was utterly fucking debilitating to my ability to form coherent thoughts.

I grabbed a few bills and tucked them into her bra myself. Then I took that silk bow in hand and slowly untied it, baring that lovely neck for me to suck and nip at, as I slid the silk through my hands—reverently, like I would hold my stole or my cincture.

I pulled back and wrapped one end of the length around her neck, tying it to itself in a secure knot—the kind of knot that meant I’d be able to yank on it without worrying about it tightening around her neck.

Leash secured, I wrapped the loose end once around my hand and gave an experimental tug. She jerked forward a bit, making a surprised noise, but her pupils dilated and her pulse thrummed in her neck, so I felt free to pull again, forcing her to slide carefully off the dais and to her knees. I sat in the chair and made her crawl to me, watching the way her tits swung as she did.

Once she was in between my knees, I yanked up, perhaps a bit harder than I should have, but I was almost lost with lust at this point, lost to my inner caveman and all I wanted was that pretty red mouth on my dick right the fuck now.

She curled her fingers around the waistband of my black boxer briefs and pulled down, and my dick sprang free, jutting up between the V of my zipper. I wound the end of the leash around my hand a few more times until the silk was taut, and then I pulled her head to my cock, but she didn’t open her mouth right away, those red lips sealed. But the hint of a smile was at the corners of her mouth, a delighted defiance in her eyes, and I remembered my kitchen counter all those weeks ago, when she’d asked me to steal her kisses—no, not even steal. She’d wanted me to force them from her.

So I wound the leash tighter and jerked, her mouth now pressed against the underside of my penis, the sensation of her breath against my skin enough to make me wild.

Play the game, Drew.

“I paid you to suck,” I hissed. “You can either suck me on your own or I can make you do it. So unless you want that, you better open that pretty little mouth and do your fucking job.”

She was covered in goose bumps, and I didn’t miss the way she tried to rub her thighs together. Impatiently, I stuck a finger between her lips and forced them apart.

“Put me in your mouth,” I warned, “or there will be hell to pay.”

It didn’t take an astute observer to notice the extra flare of interest in her eyes at that idea; she wanted there to be hell to pay, but I also think she wanted to suck me, because she finally perched her candy apple lips at my tip, and—meeting my eyes as she did so—slid her mouth down and over me, her tongue flat and scorching against my shaft.

Keeping my hand tight on the leash, I leaned back to watch the show, watch her breasts move as she worked me, watch those hazel eyes gaze up at me with a look that would get me hard in the shower for years to come. And those lips like a gorgeous red halo around my dick…it was the only halo I ever wanted again, a circle of wicked wants and devilish delights.

Up and down she went, sometimes fluttering her tongue, sometimes running it in a hot, wide line down my shaft. I thrust up to meet her, hitting the back of her throat and—losing all semblance of patience—grabbed the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. I held her head with both hands and pumped that way for several long seconds, fucking her throat like I fucked her pussy—hard and without apology, and she deserved it for being such a brazen, shameless tease.

“You like that?” I asked. She was breathing carefully through her nose, and she couldn’t speak, so I talked for her. “I know you do. You like it when a paying customer treats you roughly. It makes you wet to be treated like the slut you are, doesn’t it?”

She made a noise that could of have a yes or a no or simply a moan of pure pleasure. Whatever it was, it made my stomach clench and my hands dig into her scalp and my balls tighten with the need to release. But I didn’t want to come in her mouth.

“Off,” I ordered, pulling on the leash. She obeyed, coming off my dick with watery, smudged eyes and one of the biggest smiles I’d ever seen on her face.

I used the leash to bring her face to mine as I leaned toward her. “How much to fuck?”

Her smile faded into a darker expression, an expression that promised me everything I wanted. “We—we aren’t supposed to do that,” she said faintly.

“I don’t care,” I growled. “I want to fuck you. How much?”

“The rest of what you have,” she said, with a defiant arch of her eyebrow, and I silently commended her for her dedication to our game. I took out my wallet and the remaining cash—about $700 (fuck, Y/N had a lot of money)—and then tossed the bills in the air. They floated slowly down to the floor.

“Pick them up with your mouth.”

“No.”

“No?” I tugged on the leash, just enough that she remembered it was there. “I want to get what I paid for. Now. Pick. Them. Up.”

I saw the moment she gave in by the set of her shoulders, but as she started to bend down to reach for the bill closest to her, I put my shoe on the money. “Panties off first.”

She worried her lower lip between her teeth, and I don’t know what my face looked like, but whatever expression was there must have convinced her that she didn’t want to test me. She stood up, hooked her thumbs at the sides of her panties and slipped them down, one gold heel coming off the floor and then the other as she stepped out of them.

Then she bent over and began collecting the money.

I kept a loose grip on the leash as she did, spooling it out so she’d have plenty of slack, licking my lips at the swollen perfection exposed between her legs. When we got home, I wanted to worship her with my mouth, I wanted her coming on my tongue again and again. She deserved it, my little lamb, for going to such lengths for me, creating this little game where I could take and take from her. Yes, after this, I was going to reward her.

But as for right now…

I got on the floor behind her, also on my knees, and because the music was so loud, I don’t think she heard. She was bent completely over, her face to the floor, her ass high in the air, and I took my dick and shoved into her with one rough thrust, all the way in, slapping her hard on one ass cheek as I did.

She squealed—a happy noise—and that was enough to keep my conscience at bay as I fucked her harder than was purely gentlemanly, not fast necessarily, just hard and deep, the kind of deep that made her toes curl and my balls swing against her clit.

And then the snake slithered again, that angry, bitter snake, as I remembered that I was not the first man to do this to Y/N here, that she’d been fucked before like this, in this very place, and then that anger was itching at my palms and coiling in my pelvis.

I wanted to punish her. I wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me with making me care so much, but instead of hurting her, I pulled out and stood up, my cock wet and as hard as fucking steel, throbbing with the need to screw the pussy still raised up in offering to me.

I didn’t want to be Herod. Not really.

I sat down on the chair. “Come here.” I jerked my head towards my cock so that she knew what I wanted, and she didn’t hesitate to climb up my lap and then impale herself on me, sinking down with her tight, hot cunt, her tits right in my face.

And here, now that I could see her face, now that I couldn’t be brutal, I confessed. “I can’t, like that. It makes me want to…”

But I couldn’t get the words out. They were too awful. Instead, I buried my face in her breasts, smelling the lavender smell of her, the clean fabric of her bra.

She tugged at my hair so that my head was pulled back. “Want to hurt me?”

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at her. She must hate me, but she was still fucking me, rocking back and forth like women do instead of up and down, using my dick to get her off as if the rest of me was irrelevant.

God, that was hot.

“I guessed as much today,” she said. “That’s why I brought us here.”

My eyes flew open. “What?”

“You’re a man, Drew. It doesn’t matter what I tell you or even what you choose to believe…there’s always going to be this Neanderthal inside you that wants to claim me. Reclaim me, if necessary, and I thought here…” She slowed her movements, looking uncertain for the first time. “I thought if we played like this, it would be easier for you to let go. To satisfy that part of you that you don’t want to acknowledge. That part that you hide from. Because it’s a bigger slice of you than you think.”

As if to underscore her point, she scratched her fingernails down my stomach—hard—and my hand spanked her ass so fast that I barely knew what I was doing. She gave a little moan and ground herself down on me.

“See? You need this. And I need this. I’ll take you to every place I’ve ever been and let you fuck me there, so you can rewrite my history as your history, if you want,” she promised. “Let me give that to you.”

I looked at her in amazement. In gratitude. She was so astute and so giving and of course I hadn’t needed to watch out for her well-being. As always, she had both of us under control when she surrendered her control to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.

“Say yes. Say that you’ll finish the game.”

“It doesn’t feel right, to treat you like this…to claim you like some sort of property. And more importantly, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you to claim me like property,” she said, leaning to whisper in my ear. The change in position squeezed her cunt around my length and I sucked in a breath. “And if you hurt me, I’ll tell you. You trust me to say stop, and I’ll trust you to stop if I say it. Sound good?”

Fuck yes, it sounded good. It sounded too good to be true, but then again, that was my Y/N, a woman made like God himself had designed her for me. And maybe He had.

I decided to trust her. Trust Him.

Mind made up, I grabbed her thighs and stood, keeping her pelvis pinned to mine as I stepped over to the sofa. I kissed her—a soft, searing kiss—a reminder of how much I loved her before the rough part of me took over, which it did right after our mouths broke apart. I set Y/N down and flipped her over the arm of the sofa, so that her ass was higher than her head, and then notched the head of my dick in her entrance.

“Press your legs together,” I commanded. “Make it tighter.”

She obeyed, and I sank in with a groan. “So tight like this,” I managed. “You make it so good for me.”

I shoved in again, hard enough that her feet came off the floor, and I kept going like that, her beautiful ass filling my hands and her satin cunt around my cock and her moans as she ground her clit against the firm arm of the sofa.

This was love, this was sacrifice, the opposite of sin, and maybe it was fucked up to feel like God was here with us in the back room of a strip club, but I did, like He was bearing witness to this moment where Y/N opened herself to the worst of me and erased it with her love, just like God did for us sinners every moment of every day.

I spanked my betrothed, wishing I could drink her squeals like Scotch and eat her moans afterward. I fucked her hard, taking in the blue hair tumbling over her back, the delicate lines of her small waist as they swelled into her perfect hips and ass, her wet cunt gripping me, and the pink aperture of her asshole—all of it mine. I was the monarch of all I surveyed—no, I was the master of all I surveyed, and I spanked and scratched and stabbed her over and over again with my cock until finally, finally, she made a noise that was half gasp, half wail, pulsing around me, her hands scrabbling at the leather as she was lost to everything but her body’s response to me.

I was lost to it too—this moment where I had rewritten history, her body’s history—where I had made this room belong to me and the orgasms that I’d given her. Where I’d made her mine and no other man’s, where I had taken an oath of marriage in my heart, and it was that mine that made me pull out and force her on her knees. I wanted her to witness my orgasm, I wanted her to see what she had given me.

The leash in one hand, the other hand with its rough grip and brutal pressure on my cock, using the wetness she’d left on me as lubrication, and it only took a few rough tugs before I shot streams of semen on her waiting lips, on her swan’s neck, on the fringes of her long eyelashes.

The tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, licked a drop off her upper lip, and then she gave me a soft, happy look that sent one more jet of come out to land on her collarbone.

We both breathed heavily for a moment, pleasure still thick in the air, but it was the only thing thick in the air now: the tension and bitterness and anger from earlier were gone. It had worked—Y/N’s game had worked. I had burned away the jealousy and primal urges, and in the interim, also burned away something else. My guilt maybe, or the feeling of sin. Something had shifted, like it had for me those moments on the altar, where the line between sacred and profane blurred completely, and I felt like I’d just participated in something holy, just pressed my naked hands to the mercy seat in a cloud of incense and sweat.

I knelt in front of her and untied the silk leash, using the material to carefully dab my climax off her face. “Game over,” I said gently, running the tip of my nose along her jaw.

“Who do you think won?” she murmured.

I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her into me, kissing the top of her head. “Do you even have to ask? It’s you, little lamb.” She nestled into me, and I rocked her back and forth, my precious one, my sweet woman. “It’s always you.”

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The Priest Part 3

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader. Reading from his POV.

Author’s note/ Summery: There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. Rules that seem obvious. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. I’ve always been good at following rules. Until Y/N came. Several months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession.

Warning: Oral (male receiving). Dirty talk. Rough sex. Multiple orgasms. 18 +

Knock.

Knock.

Pause.

Knock knock knock.

It was Y/N, rain-soaked with a bottle of Scotch in her hand.

I blinked like an idiot, the literal last thing I expected was Y/N at my door in the middle of the night bearing gifts. For another, she was wearing what I assumed were her pajamas—a pair of dancing shorts and a thin Walking Dead t-shirt—and the rain had thoroughly wetted both. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the rain had made her thin shirt almost transparent, her nipples dark and hard under the fabric, and once I noticed that, it was hard to think about anything else than those wet breasts, probably pebbled with goose bumps, and how that cool flesh would feel against my hot tongue.

And then I came back to myself and for a terrible moment, I warred between two impulses: shutting her out into the rain or shoving her to her knees and making her swallow my cock. I found myself stepping back and gesturing for her to come inside.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said, stepping into the living room and then turning around to face me.

I shut the door. “I gathered.” My voice was gravelly from sleep and something less innocent. Predictably, my dick started to swell; despite everything that had happened, I hadn’t seen her breasts yet, and they were more tempting than ever under that wet shirt.

Fuck. I didn’t mean yet. I meant never. I was never going to see her breasts. Accept it, I mentally chastised my groin, which refused to heel, and instead kept sending these painfully vivid sense memories back to my brain, like how it had felt to grope Y/N’s tits when she was bent over the church piano.

Her eyes dropped to my hips, and I knew my sweatpants were not doing a very good job hiding my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I turned away from her to walk over to the kitchen.

She had come up to me and extended the bottle of Scotch, which I took, moving into the kitchen to search for glasses, trying to piece together a response—any response—but I literally couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“It’s a peace offering,” she said, nodding towards the Macallan. “I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to say I’m sorry for our fight today and I thought maybe whisky...” She took a deep breath and for the first time, my still sleep-fogged brain realized that she was nervous. “I’m so sorry for waking you up,” she said quietly. “I should go.”

“Don’t,” I said automatically, my mouth operating on instinct before my mind could catch up. A gratifying flush spread up her cheeks, and something clicked in my mind, and now I was fully and completely awake. “Go to the living room,” I said—not asked. “Turn on the gas fireplace and sit on the hearth. Wait for me.”

She obeyed without question and that simple act of obedience stirred up the old me, the me that was known on campus for a certain type of experience in the bedroom. I couldn’t help it, it felt so damn good to have a woman pliant to my demands, to see a woman as smart and independent as Y/N let me take care of her, trust me to direct her in exactly the right way. And then I felt like an idiot. I was being a pig, for more reasons than one. I needed to regain my control, go out there and tell her that after her drink, she needed to go. I would be honest about my struggle and hope that she would understand.

Be good be good be good, I told myself as I approached her. Don’t jump her bones. Don’t fantasize about fucking her tits. Be a good priest.

I offered her the Scotch. “Sorry about the mugs.”

She grinned. “But they’re so classy.”

I rolled my eyes and sat in the chair next to the fire, which was a bad idea because it meant that she was basically sitting at my feet and that was just reinforcing all the bad thoughts.

Now or never, Drew, I told myself. You have to do this.

“Y/N—” I started but she interrupted.

“No, I’m the one who needs to apologize,” she said. “That’s what I came here to do, after all.” “I feel terrible about this afternoon. I’m fucked up from what happened with Austin, and for some reason, when you got all protective of me this afternoon, I panicked.”

You and me both.

“And I’ll be honest—since I am talking to a priest after all. It’s complicated by the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you all the goddamned time, and it’s killing me.”

Everything in me lit on fire, because these were both the first and last words I wanted to hear, and I flinched.

I leaned forward, trying to summon the strength to say what needed to be said. “I’m glad that you came here and that you’re sorry—not that you should be sorry, —I took advantage of you,” I stopped, unable to utter the words. But the heat rushed to my groin anyway, as words from that one afternoon shot through my mind like bullets through ballistic gel. Cunt. Clit. Cock. Come. I didn’t need to look to know that my sweatpants were dangerously close to revealing these thoughts.

She pressed her lips together. “You did not take advantage of me. Yes, I’ve got some shit going on in my life right now, but I am my own person, capable of making my own choices. I’m not damaged, I didn’t grow up unloved. I’m not a blank slate for males to exert their agency on. I chose to sleep with Austin. I chose to let you go down on me. I wanted those things, and you don’t get to tell me that I didn’t. You don’t get to tell me that I was nothing more than an unwilling bystander.”

And that’s why—I think—I grabbed her arm and tugged her between my legs. She gasped, but she didn’t pull away. I was at the perfect height to sit up and suck on her nipple through her shirt, which I did. Her hands laced through my hair as she moaned.

“I thought—you just said—” She writhed as I bit gently down and then resumed my sucking.

“You’re right,” I said, pulling back. “I shouldn’t do this.”

Her face fell ever so slightly, but she nodded, pulling away, and then I grabbed her hips and tugged her down so that she straddled my thigh, her pussy immediately starting to grind against me in an adorably needy way.

“I shouldn’t put you over my lap and spank your ass for being a brazen little slut and coming here without a bra,” I growled in her ear. “I shouldn’t twist ropes around your wrists and ankles until your cunt is exposed and then screw you until you can’t walk anymore. I shouldn’t flip you over and fuck your ass until your eyes water. I shouldn’t drive you down to the strip club and fuck you in the back room, so that you’ll forget all about Austin and the only name you’ll remember to say is mine.” I lightly bit her nipple again. “Or God’s.”

I tucked two fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled down, the elastic stretching and giving me a peek at what I had already suspected. There was the smooth rise of her pubic bone, her clit visible as a tiny, soft bud of flesh, a bud just begging to be touched.

“Why did you come here tonight, Y/N?” I asked as I palmed her breast, quietly groaning at the feeling of its unsupported weight in my hand. I kept my other hand where it was, still staring at her bare cunt. “Did you really come to say sorry? Or did you come here, in the middle of the night, without a bra or panties, to tempt me? That’s a sin, you know. Willfully leading another person into wrongful action or thought. No, don’t pull away now.”

She had started to twist away, and I knew I was sending signals so mixed that they were beyond confusing, they were blended, incomprehensible, but then I murmured, “One more. Give me one more.”

One more what? I wondered even as I spoke. One more orgasm? For her? For me? One more chance? One more glimpse, one more taste, one more minute to pretend that there was nothing in the way of us being together?

And then I blanched. That was a stupid way to phrase it—being together—as if my attraction to Y/N was more than three years of celibacy encountering the sexiest woman I’d ever met. As if there was some secret part of me that wanted to do more than fuck her, it wanted to take her to dinner and make her breakfast and fall asleep with her in my arms.

She was staring at me the whole time I thought this, staring with hungry hazel eyes and a hungry mouth and those tits so perky and soft under her shirt.

“Tonight,” I told her. “We have this. Then no more.”

She nodded, then swallowed, as if her mouth were dry. I watched her throat move.

“Get on your knees,” I said hoarsely.

She scrambled to obey, kneeling in between my legs and peering up at me through the long, dark lashes that haunted my waking thoughts.

“Take your shirt off.”

She pulled the cotton shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor, and I had to fist my hands in my sweatpants to keep from tackling her and screwing her brains out, because holy fuck, were those breasts perfect. Skin with dark pink nipples, small enough to cover with a fingertip, but large enough that I’d be able to draw them easily into my mouth. I wanted to see my cock slide between those tits, I wanted to jet my climax all over them, I wanted to feel them pressed against my chest while I stretched my body on top of hers.

I lowered the waistband of my own pants just enough to free my dick, leaving my shirt on as well. I liked being dressed when I fucked, I always had; there was no bigger turn on than having a naked woman climbing all over you, purring at your feet and squealing in your lap, all while you were fully dressed. (And yes, I recognize that’s also fucked up in terms of feminism and all that. I’m sorry.)

Y/N squirmed now, her hand drifting to the thin fabric between her legs, caressing herself.

“You left a wet spot on my leg, lamb,” I said, glancing down to my thigh, where her arousal had soaked through the fabric of her shorts and my pants. “Do you want something?”

“I want to come,” she whispered.

“But you can make yourself come any time you want. You came here tonight because you want something else. What is it?”

She hesitated then answered. “I want you to make me come.”

“But you know it’s wrong to ask.”

“But I knew it was wrong to ask…or to want.”

I let out a breath. It was wrong. All of it, so very wrong.

And Jesus help me, for some reason that made it all the sweeter.

“Lick,” I said, indicating my cock. My hands were still by my thighs; I didn’t bother holding myself for her. Instead, I sat back and watched as she ran her tongue from my base to my tip in one long motion. My fingers dug into the chair, hissing as she did it again. I’d forgotten how good this was too, how smooth and slick and soft a woman’s tongue could be, how perfect it felt tracing lines along the sensitive underside of my dick, tracing delicate circles around the crown.

Obedient lamb, she didn’t do any more than lick, her hand still between her legs, her eyes pinned to mine in the dim light.

“Suck now,” I told her. A quick flash of a smile—a smile that screamed Ivy League and financial analysis and a taste for good champagne—and then her head was nothing but a bobbing mass of dark waves between my legs.

I really did groan now. Was there any sight I’d missed more than this? A head moving eagerly between my thighs? But then I thought of that Monday in the church, her bent over the piano and her cunt the only thing in my vision. Her sitting on me, grinding her clit against my shaft.

There were a lot of sights I’d missed.

My hips and legs were practically vibrating with the suppressed need to thrust into her mouth, and I indulged myself just a little, threading my hands through her hair and holding her down over my cock, pushing up with my hips until I hit the back of her throat, shuddering as I slid back out, lips and teeth and tongue and palate, all of it stroking me, stoking me to further flame. I’d never been harder than this before, I was sure of it, and when I pulled her lips off my cock, I could see every vein, could feel the painfully swollen crest as it flared out then back in to my tip.

That’s when I knew I had to feel her cunt. If it was going to be the last time, if this was it, then I had to. I mean, I was already committing a mortal sin by letting her suck me off. Would it be so much worse if I had her rub her pussy against me again?

Or if I slid just partway inside? That still wasn’t really sex, not really, and I would pull it right back out. I just wanted to feel it once. Only once.

Shit, I sounded like a teenager. I also didn’t care at that moment, with the hardest dick in the world and with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen still kneeling in front of me, mouth parted, cunt wriggling in undisguised want.

“Take your bottoms off and get on the counter,” I ordered. She stood, took off her shorts, and walked to the kitchen (where thankfully all the blinds were drawn) and hopped onto the counter.

I approached her slowly, my blood at a low, dangerous boil, because I knew that I was walking oh-so-close to the edge, to the point of no return, but I wanted to, I wanted to fling myself into the unknown if the unknown was Y/N. It was hard to give a shit about anything else.

I smelled her as I stepped up to the counter, a mix of her arousal and clean soap and just a hint of lavender. I spread her legs as far apart as the counter would allow, reaching behind her and scooching her right up to the edge, so that when I pressed myself against her, my cock nestled against her folds.

She licked her red lips as she met my eyes. Licked her lips, as if she were a predator about to devour me, but that was not how this worked, not at all, and suddenly I was obsessed with smearing that red lipstick, still perfect at three in the morning, as if she’d reapplied it before she’d come over. Yes, when I was done with her, that carefully applied color would be everywhere, and she would feel marked, taken.

I leaned forward and kissed her for the first time.

“You want me to fight for it, lamb?” I murmured against her lips.

She nodded breathlessly.

“You want me to steal it from you?”

Another nod.

“Force it from you?”

A shuddering exhale. And then finally another nod. My little lamb wanted it rough, and what do you know, I wanted to give it to her that way.

My lips became an inexorable force, an act of nature—an act of God—and I gripped the back of her head as hard as I dared, pressing her face to mine. I ground my hips into her, rubbing myself against her, and used my free hand to claim her breast—pressing it into her chest, grabbing it so fiercely that I knew she could feel every fingertip as a bright point of discomfort. Slowly, oh so slowly, her mouth opened up to me, and the first time our tongues slid together in a tangle of silk and promise, I nearly lost it right then and there.

Her mouth was greedy, but mine was greedier, and we fought each other, who would devour whom the fastest, who could take what they wanted first, who could take the most, and before long, she was a writhing form of smooth muscle and soft curves, her hips jerking against mine and her hands fisting my hair and scratching my back.

When I finally, finally broke our kiss, I was satisfied to see that the lipstick was indeed smeared. It matched her smudged eyeliner and her wild hair, it matched her hands gripping my ass like two hot brands.

“I want to be inside you,” I said. “Just a little. Just to feel it.”

“Oh God,” she breathed. “Please. It’s all I’ve thought about since we’ve met.”

“You have to hold really, really still,” I warned her. “Will you behave?”

She bit her lip and nodded, and then I took myself in my hand. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and in the kitchen of my own fucking rectory—not that it was any worse than the sanctuary floor. But with her legs spread, with her practically whimpering from that kiss, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. And I definitely didn’t want to try.

Holding myself, I pressed the head of my cock against her clit, brushing down past her entrance to her ass. She shivered in a way that told me she had no objection to that either, and I’d have to add that to the things I’d bitterly regret never having. I moved up, again grazing past her opening and up to her clit. She gave me an agonized expression and I wanted to kiss it right off her face—or come all over it, either one. After a few more passes, I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to do it or I might actually die on the spot.

I leaned my forehead against hers, both of us looking down to watch as my tip pressed against her and slowly slipped inside. I stopped when the crest of my cock was in her, and then froze, muscles quivering.

Both of us just stared down at it, this impossible sight: me inside of her, a priest tasting the forbidden fruit and barely able to keep himself from eating it all.

“How does it feel?” she whispered.

“It feels…” my voice was barely more than a gasp at this point. “It feels like heaven.”

She was so tight, her cunt squeezing my tip, and there were no words to describe what that wet, slippery skin was doing to me, because it was rewriting my mind and my soul, my future and my life. It was a sensation so base and primal, so delicious, that I would have killed to feel it, I would kill somebody right now if it meant I could have my dick inside this woman again.

One and a half inches of damnation, and all I could think about was sinking deeper into hell.

She rocked forward the tiniest bit, unable to help herself, greedy lamb, and I grabbed her neck, my legs shaking with the effort not to come from that single little movement alone. “Stay the fuck still, or I’m going to come before I want to, and if that happens, then I will take you over my knee and spank your ass until you learn how to listen,” I said sternly.

My command had the predictable effect of sending goose bumps rippling up her arms. Her breathing was loud and harsh sounding in the small kitchen. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Fuck. I—this—this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

It was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever done too, and I’d done a lifetime’s worth of hot things to many hot women—but none of them had been like Y/N.

Red-lipped and blue-blooded. And fuck, the horniest woman I’d ever met.

“I want to feel you come around me,” I said, my forehead still against hers, our eyes going back to the place where we were joined. I would never forget this as long as I lived, I knew, and I didn’t want her to forget either.

“That won’t take long,” she said and then gave a little husky laugh that made her clench around me. I hissed, grabbing the countertop to keep myself from losing it.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and in answer, I slid a hand over her leg to her clit and began rubbing.

“Stay still,” I reminded her as we watched my large hand, tan and calloused from all the odd jobs I did around the church, pressing into her soft pink flesh, as we watched her quiver around the tip of my dick.

“I’m trying to stay still,” she murmured, and I could tell she was, I could tell she wanted to see herself come around me as much as I did. I increased the strength and tempo of my fingers.

“Filthy girl,” I whispered. “So dirty to let me stick it inside of you. Do you like this, being spread open and used this way? I bet you like being called dirty names too.”

“P-please,” she moaned.

“Please what, lamb?”

She could barely talk now, her head lolling back against the cabinets, her arched back shoving her breasts closer to me. “Names,” she got out. “I like…the names…”

Fuck. She was really going to kill me. Death by turn on. Death by perpetual erection.

“Are you a slut, Y/N?” I bent my head down and sucked on a nipple, loving the feel of it furling on my tongue, stiffening as I sucked. “You’re sure acting like a slut, making me act this way. You’re making me break all sorts of rules, and I hate breaking rules.” I moved to her neck, kissing and biting. “You’ll take it anywhere you can get it, won’t you?”

“I’m—” She inhaled, unable to finish, but she didn’t need to because she was coming now, her body undulating as if to chase the waves of pleasure that rolled through it. Again and again, her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock, squeezing and pulsing, and just knowing that I could make her come with only the shallowest of penetrations made me nearly wild.

She slumped in my arms as she came down, resting her head on my shoulder. “Your turn,” she said against my skin.

I started to pull out but she grabbed my hips and stopped me. “No,” she said. “In me.”

“Y/N,” I started.

“I’m on the pill.” Her jaw set as she looked up at me. “I want to see it spilling out around you. I want it where it belongs—in me. Please, Drew. If this is the last time, give me this one thing.”

Drew. She’d never called me that before. And it was there at the base of my spine now, fueled by her dirty words—what woman begged for this? What woman was turned on by it?

But frankly, I would have agreed to anything, no matter how dangerous, so I nodded, my jaw clenching.

She leaned back against the cabinets, bringing her heels up to the counter. The change in her position didn’t move me any deeper inside, but it made her flex and tighten around me, and my climax clawed closer. She slid her hands to the undersides of her breasts, running her thumbs along her still-stiff nipples, pressing her breasts together and moving them apart, highlighting how fucking luscious they were and nearly blinding me with lust at the same time.

God, I needed to pump.

Needed to thrust.

Needed to fuck.

Then her fingers went to her clit and she started getting herself off again, her other fingers going up to slide in and out of her mouth and I was fucking transfixed, those lips, that wicked mouth, the mouth that had gotten my cock from hard as fuck to harder than fuck by the fireplace earlier. And then—naughty girl—she moved her hips ever so slightly, bucking them just enough to push me in and out of her the smallest bit, so wet, so tight, and there it was, stabbing through my balls and up my cock, and we both watched as it happened, as my hips jerked and my stomach muscles jumped and then I ejaculated. My legs could barely support my weight and I could barely breathe as it ripped through me, my first climax in a woman in years, but I forced myself to stand stock still because I wanted to memorize this moment forever, the semen dripping and her pussy so wet and her legs spread in hallowed welcome. The pulsing finally, finally slowed, and she laid her head against my chest, making this happy, contented little sigh, and my heart twisted inside my chest, demanding everything that it wanted now that it could be heard over my rampant lust.

“Shit,” I mumbled, leaning forward and pressing my face into her sweet-smelling hair. “What are you doing to me?”

We stayed that way a long moment, neither of us wanting it to be over, but then the air conditioning kicked on, blowing cold air over us, and Y/N shivered, still naked. I had her stay on the counter while I got a washcloth and cleaned her with warm water, and then I helped her find her clothes and walk to the door.

“So I’ll see you at Mass tomorrow?” she said.

“Y/N—”

“I know, I know,” she said with a sad smile. “Tomorrow, we’ll start fresh. Chaste. Clean.”

“Good, but that’s not what I was going to say.”

Her brows furrowed. “What were you going to say?”

I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. Last time. Last kiss. “I wanted to say thank you. For the Scotch and for…what just happened.”

She blinked up at me and then her eyes fluttered closed as I deepened our kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth, licking into her as gently and lovingly as I had done ferociously earlier. I never wanted to move from this spot, I only wanted to taste her and breathe the air that we were sharing and feel her body warm against mine—and also pretend that I wasn’t waiting for a tsunami of guilt and a lifetime of penance.

“Goodnight,” she said against my mouth.

“Goodnight, little lamb,” I said.

Stepping away felt like stepping onto shards of glass, and I couldn’t help myself, she was so wide-eyed and so open to my love, and it was instinct more than anything else that led to trace a small cross on her forehead.

A blessing.

And hopefully a promise to do better.

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OMGG THE PRIEST PART 3 PLZZZ

Soon 😘

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The Priest Part 2

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader. Reading from his POV.

Author’s note/ Summery: There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. Rules that seem obvious. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. I’ve always been good at following rules. Until Y/N came. Several months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession.

Warning: Oral (female receiving). Dirty talk. Hand job. Rough sex. Multiple orgasms. Grinding on each other. And doing all of this in the church.

 Flashback*

He asked me to come closer. It was a command, and Lord help me, I’ve always responded to commands. I walked over to him, and he ran a hand up my flank to where my skirt hung just below my ass. His wedding ring glinted in the low neon light of the room. His fucking wedding ring from his fucking marriage.

I tried to pull back, but he reached up and grabbed my arm.

And then he said, “You know why I didn’t marry you, Y/N?” He was caressing the inside of my thigh now and I couldn’t help it, I took a tiny step to the side, just to widen my legs the smallest bit.

He smiled and went on. “It’s not because I didn’t want to be married to you. God knows that with your family and your money and your brains, on paper you would have been the perfect wife. But we both know better, don’t we, Y/N?”

His fingers finally found what they were looking for, my lace thong, and he curled his fingers around the fabric and ripped, the flimsy material tearing easily, granting him access to my cunt.

“Deep down,” he said, continuing his earlier train of thought, touching me, touching me so much now, “deep down, we both know that you’re a little slut. Yes, with a perfect background and a perfect education, but you were made for being a whore, Y/N, not a wife.”

I told him to fuck off, and then he said, “Do you think I just showed up here accidentally? I’ve been looking for you for three years. You’re mine or have you forgotten?”

How could I be his when he had a fucking wife? I asked him that.

And he responded that he didn’t give a shit about her—which is probably the truth. But he told me he married her because he needed someone proper, someone he wouldn’t worry about his clients wanting to fuck.

And then he said that wasn’t me. Said I screamed sex with my tits and my mouth, and not only did I always want it, but I always looked like I wanted it. And he couldn’t have that in the precious family portrait.

The worst thing was, I knew he wasn’t saying it like an insult. Those were just the facts. People like us weren’t supposed to be this way. We were supposed to be reserved and cold. Thin and bloodless. Sex was either a necessity or a calculated affair. And now Austin wanted me to be his alculated affair. I had loved him and he wanted to keep me as his pet mistress, in a box that had no place for real love or a real future.

But while I was thinking all of this, he was unzipping himself, and he was so hard, so mouthwateringly hard, and I couldn’t help it—I knew he was married, I knew he was an asshole, but it had been so long, too long, and I had loved him once…

Are you judging me right now, Father Starkey? Are you thinking about what a dumb bitch I am? I know you aren’t, you aren’t like Austin and me. The words “dumb” and “bitch” have probably never even come out of your mouth in the same sentence. But I was thinking it then, just like I’m thinking it now. I was stupid. But I was also lonely and heartbroken and so fucking wet it was dripping down my thighs.

Then I let him fuck me. Because he was right, I do like it, I do always want it. And as he slammed into me over and over again, I told him to tell me the fantasy, this life he was offering me. And he did, goddamn him, and it all sounded so perfect coming from his lying businessman’s mouth. He told me about the lazy afternoons we’d spend together, the expensive restaurants he’d take me to, the orgasms he’d give me on top of smooth Egyptian cotton sheets. He told me about the flowers and jewelry and vacations in Bora Bora and expensive cars and everything else that would fill up our illicit life together, all while I ground myself on his cock, ground myself towards the best orgasm I’d had since college.

He was cursing by this point, folding me over the bench and driving into me from behind while he pressed my face against the leather and I felt the cold metal of his wedding ring against my hip. It was degrading and terrible and I came almost immediately.

And then I came again.

End of Flashback*

 “And that’s my real sin,” Y/N finished. “That’s my real shame. I can’t sleep at night knowing that I let him—let myself—” She broke off and there was a moment of silence which I didn’t interrupt, both out of respect for her and also because I didn’t trust my voice. Her confession had been so raw—so fucking detailed—and I was filled with rage at this Austin asshole and sorrow for her and also a fierce, unshakable jealousy that just weeks ago, he got to be inside her and he didn’t deserve it, not one bit.

But mostly I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight.

“I let myself come,” she said finally, in a quiet, sad voice. “He is a married man and he cheated on me for years and he wasn’t even sorry, but I still not only fucked him, but I came. I came twice. What does it matter that I made him leave right after it happened? What kind of girl still does that?”

I needed to say something, needed to help her, but fuck, it was so difficult to focus on anything other than the image of her face pressed into the seat as she gasped her way through multiple orgasms. I was going to hell for even thinking this, especially since I wanted to punch Austin in the windpipe for acting on it, but it was almost unbearably sexy that those rough kinds of things got her off. Because they got me off too, and it had been so long since I’d had a woman whimpering under my touch…

You’re no better than him, I castigated myself. Fucking get it together. Feelings, focus on her feelings. “How did it feel?”

“How did it feel? It felt amazing. Like he was claiming me from the inside out, and when he came inside of me, it felt like he was marking me as his property, and it was his climax that made me orgasm again. I can’t help it—a guy coming is the hottest fucking thing, especially when I can feel it inside of me…”

My head fell back against the wood of the booth with an audible thud. “I meant—” I said in a strangled voice “—how did it feel emotionally?”

“Oh,” and then the breathy little laugh, and then fuck it, I’d go to hell, because I couldn’t not rub myself now. I was so hard that I could feel every ridge and slope of myself through my pants. My other hand toyed with my zipper as I stroked, trying to keep my breathing silent. Could I unzip myself quietly enough that she wouldn’t hear? Could I jack myself right here in the booth without her knowing?

Because there was no way I could live without it at this point. Her words were carved into my mind, and they would be there forever.

“I guess it made me feel like Austin was right. I am a whore, aren’t I? I had a debutante ball and my family was listed in the Social Register and I have dressage trophies—but that doesn’t change who I am on the inside. I think deep down, I always knew that Austin didn’t really love me, but I was willing to accept sex in lieu of love because I wanted that just as much as I wanted the romance, and what woman thinks like that, Father? That I’d rather have sex without love than have no sex at all? So what do I do now? How do I carry the shame of all this while at the same time knowing it’s a fundamental part of who I am?”

Shame. Yes, I knew that feeling; I was feeling it right now, in fact. I forced my hands to my thighs, well away from my erection. Concentrate, I told myself. And when you’re alone, you can take care of your…problem.

“God made us as sexual creatures, Y/N,” I said, wishing my words sounded more soothing than they did. With my choked voice and barely controlled breathing, they came out sounding like a dark threat. A dark, imminent threat.

“Then He made me too sexual,” she whispered. “Even now, I—”

But she stopped.

“Even now, what?” And I was using that voice again, and there was no mistaking the danger now.

I could hear her shifting in her seat. “I should go,” she said. I heard her reaching for her purse and then the door handle clicking open, but I was out of the booth and over to her side in an instant, standing there as her door swung open. I braced my hands on either side of the door (what in the actual fuck was I doing?) blocking her escape because I had to know, I had to know what she was going to say, and if I didn’t, I would go crazy.

She looked up at me looming over her, her hazel eyes growing wide. “Oh,” she breathed. We stared at each other for a moment.

It could have ended right there. It would have, even with her red lipstick and her bright eyes and her nipples in tight little points under the thin silk blouse she wore. Even with my wide shoulders blocking the door to the booth, even with the surge of power and satisfaction and lust that came from positioning my body against a woman’s in this primal, dominating way.

It would have, I swear.

But then she bit her lip, those slightly-too-big teeth digging into her full lower lip, all pure white digging into the sharpest, bloodiest red imaginable, and then she rubbed her thighs together, a tiny noise coming from somewhere in the back of her throat.

I stopped seeing a penitent.

I stopped seeing a child of Go

I stopped seeing a child of God.

I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need of a shepherd.

I saw only a woman in need—ripe, delicious need.

I stepped back, drawing a deep breath, some valiant part of my conscience trying to flicker back online, and she took a tentative step out of the booth, her eyes still pinned to mine. I let her walk past me, but it wasn’t because I wanted her to leave or because I wanted this temptation to end. No, it was more like I was giving her one last chance to escape, and if she didn’t then Jesus help her, because I had to touch her, I had to taste her and it had to be right the fuck now.

She backed up a few paces until she bumped against the baby grand piano set below the choir platform. She still didn’t speak, but she didn’t have to, because I could read every tremble of hers, every breath, every goose bump. Her teeth still bit her bottom lip and I wanted to bite that lip, bite it so hard that she would squeal.

I advanced on her, and she watched every step of mine with a hunger that was beyond palpable, it was oppressive, it was ferocious.

“Turn around,” I ordered her, and fuck if she didn’t comply right away, turning and bracing her hands against the edge of the black wood. She was still rubbing her thighs together when I reached the piano and stood directly behind her. I ran my index finger from her hand to her shoulder, feeling every pebbled inch of skin on her arm. “Now what were you going to say in the booth?” I asked her in a low voice. “And remember that lying is a sin.”

She shivered. “I can’t say it. Not here. Not to you.”

My hand reached her shoulder. She’d worn her hair up in a loose twist, exposing the ivory nape of her neck, and I caressed it now, wanting to devour every shudder, every hitched breath. And then I placed the flat of my palm in the space between her shoulder blades and pushed her down against the piano, so that she was bent over, the side of her face pressed against the glossy wood. She was so petite that she had to stand on tiptoe, her leather ballet flats tugging free of her heels, her calf muscles bunching into tight balls.

She’d worn a high-waisted pencil skirt, and once she was bent over, the slit rose high enough to expose a narrow glimpse of pink flesh.

“Y/N,” I said dangerously, “did you come here without underwear?”

My hand was still on her back, my fingers resting against her neck, and she nodded.

“Was that on purpose?”

A pause. Then another nod.

The crack resounded through the sanctuary, and she jumped at the feeling of my hand smacking her ass. Then she moaned and pushed her ass up farther.

I didn’t spank her again, although Lord knows I wanted to. Instead I ran my hand from her shoulder to her hip, feeling the curve of her breast where it was pressed against the piano, the dip of her waist, the firm swell of her ass. And then I repeated the action with both hands this time, letting my hands drift down to the hem of her skirt. She drew in a breath, and then I abruptly yanked it up to her waist.

I knelt down behind her and spread her legs, spread them so that her cunt was gloriously bared to me. “My little lamb,” I whispered. “You are so very, very wet right now.”

She was, wetness slicking almost every part of her. Her pussy wasn’t just wet either—it was fucking quivering, pink and soft and quivering right in front of my face.

I grabbed her ass in my hands and dug my fingers in, leaning forward so that my breath tickled her sensitive flesh.

She whimpered.

“This is so wrong,” I said, moving my mouth even closer. I could smell her, and she smelled like heaven, like soap and skin and the delicate female scent that every man hungered for. “But just one taste,” I murmured, talking more to myself than to her now. “God wouldn’t punish me for just one taste.”

I traced my way from her clit to her cunt with my tongue and (forgive me, my God) but no communion wine, no salvation had ever tasted sweeter than this, and one taste would not be enough.

“Please,” I whispered against her skin, “just one more.” I flattened my tongue against her clit and sampled her again, my dick now so hard that it hurt.

She cried out against the wood of the piano, and I almost died, because those noises and fuck me that taste. I dove into her like a man possessed, my fingers burrowing into her ass cheeks to hold her open for my assault. I fucked her with my tongue and my lips and my teeth, eating her, eating her like a starving man. Her cunt was exactly as perfect as I’d imagined all those nights in my frozen showers, that time I’d shot off thinking about doing this very thing.

She would come, I decided right then. I would make her come on my face, and just the thought made my balls draw up and my dick jolt in my pants. It was a very real possibility that I myself might orgasm without even touching my cock.

I let one finger drift over to her pussy and then I slid it inside, crooking it down to find the soft, textured spot that would push her over the edge. She was shamelessly grinding back into my face now, her fingernails scratching against the piano wood, little sighs and moans issuing from her throat.

All I could breathe and taste was her, and then I looked up and saw the crucifix at the front of the church—a tragic, agonized god hanging in sacrifice—and my heart lurched. What the hell was I doing? Anybody could walk in right now, walk in the front door, and see their priest with a woman bent over the piano, kneeling as if he was praying to her cunt, kneeling with his face buried in her ass.

What would they think? After I had worked so hard to repair this town’s hurt, after I’d finally helped this community trust the Church again?

And more than that—what about my vow? A vow I had made before my family and God? What does an oath mean to me if only three years after swearing chastity, I’m shoving my tongue up a woman’s wet cunt?

But then Y/N came, her cry the most beautiful hymn I’ve heard in my life, and everything else vanished except her and her smell and her taste and the feeling of her clenching around my finger.

Reluctantly, I pulled back, wanting one more orgasm from her, wanting to bury my face in her ass again, but knowing I couldn’t, I shouldn’t, and then I stood and saw her looking over her shoulder like I was the most wondrous thing she’d ever seen.

“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she whispered.

Tongue-fucked her in a church? Bent her over a piano and licked her until she couldn’t stand anymore?

My eyebrows drew together, and she answered my unspoken question. “No one’s ever made me come with their mouth before, I mean,” she said. There was still a flush high on her cheeks, creeping down her neck.

I didn’t understand. “No guy has ever gone down on you?”

She shook her head and then closed her eyes. “That felt so good.”

I was shocked. How could she have never received oral?

“That’s a shame, little lamb,” I said, and I couldn’t stop myself, I pressed my covered erection into her ass. “No one’s taken care of you properly before.” I dropped a hand down and around to find her clit again, groaning inwardly when I found that it was still a swollen, hot button of need. “But I won’t lie. It makes me hard as fuck knowing that I was the first man to taste you.”

I heard the words as I said them and suddenly reality slammed back into me.

What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck had I done?

And why had I done it here, of all places?

I stepped back, breathing hard, no thought in my mind other than to get away, somewhere else, before I was laid low by guilt and regret.

Y/N spun around, her skirt still bunched around her waist, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare,” she said. “Don’t you dare check out on me now.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I…I can’t.”

“You can,” she said, stepping forward. She pressed a palm to my erection, and I looked down to see her unbuckling my belt.

“I can’t,” I repeated, still watching as she drew out my cock. The moment her fingers brushed over my bare skin, I wanted to die, because I hadn’t exaggerated how good that felt in my memories and my fantasies, no, I had not.

“You are a good priest, Father Starkey,” she said, her hand moving down to explore lower, cupping me. “But you’re also a good man. And doesn’t a good man deserve a little indulgence every now and then?”

She gripped me tighter, started to stroke in earnest now. I watched her hand moving up and down my shaft like a man hypnotized. “We won’t have sex,” she promised. “No sex, and then it’s not really breaking any rules, right?”

“You’re equivocating now,” I said raggedly, closing my eyes against the sight of her pumping my dick.

“Then how about another confession,” she said, dragging her fingernails from my pelvis to my navel, making my abs tighten. “After the first day I talked to you, I looked you up online. I couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, like I could still hear it in a way, echoing in my mind. And then I saw your picture on the website and you looked…well, you know how you look. That was the first time I got off thinking about you.”

“You’ve touched yourself thinking about me?” The last remaining shred of my self-control frayed, threatening to snap.

“More than once,” she admitted, still running her fingers over my abs underneath my shirt.

There it went, any self-discipline that remained, and all that was left was a male—not Drew, not Father Starkey—but something more primal and more demanding.

“Show me,” I ordered.

“What?”

“Lie down on this floor, spread your legs and show me what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking of me.”

Her mouth parted and her cheeks reddened and then she was laying on the carpet, her hand on her cunt. I stood over her, fisting my cock, giving in to it all, giving in to everything, as long as it ended in her covered in my climax.

“Why didn’t you wear underwear today?” I asked, watching her trace circles around her clitoris.

“The last time, when we talked, I got so hot talking to you. I thought if it happened again today, it would be easier if I didn’t wear panties. To…take care of it. And it was easier.”

I knelt down between her legs and then took her slender wrists in my hand. I stretched out over her, pinning her wrists to the floor above her head, my dick brushing against her pussy and her bunched-up skirt. “Are you telling me,” I asked, “that you were masturbating in the booth next to me?”

She nodded fearfully. “You make me so wet,” she said. “I can’t stand it.”

It took everything I had not to shove into her right there and then. Every time I rocked my hips, my dick slid against her folds, and they were so warm. So wet.

I dropped my head, burying my face in her neck. She smelled like clean skin and the barest hint of a lavender perfume—something that probably cost more than what I made in a month. For some reason, this excess, this possible decadence, fueled my need to tear her apart. I bit her neck, her collarbone, scored her shoulders with my teeth, all while I ground my cock against her clit and palmed her breast, driving her to a second orgasm as if I were punishing her with pleasure. Punishing her for showing up here and knocking my carefully constructed life over as if it were a house of cards.

She squirmed underneath me, panting and gasping, her hands flexing uselessly against the floor as I kept them pinned there with only one hand. She was so wet, it would be so easy, just a slight change in angle, and then I could thrust in.

I wanted to. I wanted to, I wanted to, I wanted to. I wanted to fuck this woman more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. And perversely, the fact that I couldn’t, that it would be wrong on every single level—moral, professional, personal—made it even hotter. It made the image, the imagined feeling of it, a single bright point of obsession, until I was mindlessly rutting against her, sucking and nibbling at her as if I could burn out this need by devouring every inch of her skin.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “I’m going to—oh, God—”

I would have flogged myself every day for the rest of my life if I could have been inside of her right then, felt her tightening on my dick, felt her shuddering convulsions from the inside out. But being on top of her was almost as good, because I felt every seizing, jerking breath, every wild buck of her hips, and when I met her eyes, they were fierce and penetrating, but also surprised, as if she’d been given an unexpected gift and wasn’t sure if she should be grateful or suspicious.

But before I could delve further into that look, she’d arched her back and unseated my balance, tipping me so that I rolled to my back and she was on top of me.

Without hesitation, she tugged my shirt up so she could see my stomach, and I didn’t miss the way her jaw clenched and her eyes flared. She scratched my stomach—hard—as if furious that it was firm and muscled, as if angry that it turned her on. (And I’d be lying if I said that didn’t turn me the fuck on.)

She sat on me, her slick cleft sliding against the underside of my dick, and then she started stroking me that way, as if she were jacking me off with her pussy. I raised up on my elbows so I could watch it, watch the way her flesh pressed against mine, the way her bare cunt allowed me to see her ripe clitoris peeking out. It was so goddamn wet, and with all the pressure, her full body weight pressing against my cock, it was such a close approximation to the real thing, maybe too close, but it still wasn’t technically sex, I lied to myself, maybe it wouldn’t count, maybe I wasn’t sinning.

But even if I was, holy fuck, I was not stopping.

It was so dirty, the way her skirt was still hitched up to her hips, the way my pants were yanked down just far enough to free my balls, the way the old carpet abraded my ass and lower back. The way she shamelessly angled herself so that my shaft would press on her in all the right places, the way it was just our arousal lubricating us and nothing else, and God, I wanted to marry this woman or collar her or cage her; I wanted to own her, make her, take her; I wanted us on this old carpet forever, with her hair coming undone and her nipples hard and her naughty pussy milking my dick for everything it was worth.

“Come,” she told me hoarsely.

“I have to see you come. I need it.”

My jaw was too tight to answer, because it was close, something more intense than I’d felt in years gnawing at the base of my spine and rending its way through my pelvis.

“Don’t hold back,” she begged now, pressing down even more, and fuck, there it was. “Give it to me. Give me every drop.���

Shit, this woman was filthy. And perfect. And it was pure instinct that made me grab her hips and work her harder and faster over me, my mind filled with the sight of her straddling me and her pale pink clitoris, still plump and needy, and the memory of her taste and smell on my mouth and face, and then it flooded through me—no, it burned and chewed through me, and she let out a low moan at the sight of my come spurting onto my stomach. There was so much, and it felt like hours instead of seconds that I was suspended in pulsing, total-body release.

And at that moment—at the peak of my high, at the peak of her greedy triumph—our eyes locked and we surged past every barrier—stranger and stranger, priest and penitent, Drew and Y/N. We were simply male and female, as God had made us, Adam and Eve, in the most elemental and fundamental form. We were biology, we were creation incarnate, and I saw the moment she felt it too—that we were fused somehow. Irrevocably and undeniably fused together into something singular and whole.

My climax abated, but I could barely breathe, barely process what the fuck I had just felt, and then Y/N bit her lip and dragged one finger across my stomach, coating it in my orgasm, and then brought it to her mouth. My cock jumped as I watched her suck it off her finger.

I rested my head back against the floor, overcome with the sinking realization that I would probably not ever be able to dig this woman out of my system. She was the kind of woman that could make me hard over and over again, the kind of woman I could spend a week fucking nonstop and then still want more, and that was bad news for my self-control, which was slowly resurrecting back into life, along with my defeated, gnashing conscience.

“Will it drive you crazy,” she asked after a moment, “knowing that I’ll be touching myself, just inches from you, every time I come in to confess?”

I groaned. Fuck yes, it would.

“Y/N,” I said, but then stopped. What could I possibly say in this moment that would have any value? That would encompass the rushing torrents of shame and guilt, and also express how deeply this woman had gotten under my skin?

“I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry too.”

She stood and rearranged her clothes as I wiped my stomach with my shirt and sat up. Had it been only a minute ago when the entire universe had shrunk to just me and her, to our noises and our sweat, our fucking without really fucking? And now the sanctuary seemed vast and hollow, a cave with only the overtaxed air conditioner to chase away the dull silence.

The church was empty. The townspeople weren’t gathered in the narthex, ready to throw stones at me or exile me. I’d gotten away with it.

And somehow that made me feel worse.

Y/N and I didn’t say goodbye. Instead, we looked at each other, rumpled and damp, reeking of sex, and then she left without another word.

I slowly made my way back the rectory, sticky and hard again and hating myself relentlessly.

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The Priest Part 1

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader. Reading from his POV.

Author’s note/ Summery: There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. Rules that seem obvious. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. I’ve always been good at following rules. Until Y/N came. Several months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession.

Warning: Dirty talk in the church. Y/N being a filthy girl and making Father Starkey hard while confessing her sins.

Someone cleared their throat. A woman.

“I, uh. I’ve never done this before.” Her voice was low and beguiling, the aural rendering of moonlight.

“Ah.” I smiled. “A newbie.”

That earned me a small laugh. “Yes, I guess I am. I’ve only ever seen this in the movies. Is this where I say, ‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned?’”

“Close. First, we make the sign of the cross. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…” I could hear her echoing the words with me. “Now you tell me how long it’s been since your last confession, which was—”

“Never,” she finished for me. 

She sounded young, but not too young. My age, if not a little younger. And her voice carried the accent-less rush of the city, not the leisurely twang I sometimes heard out here. “I, um. I saw the church while I was at the winery across the street. And I wanted to—well, I have some things that are bothering me. I’ve never been particularly religious, but I thought maybe…” She trailed off for a minute and then abruptly inhaled. “This was stupid. I should go.” I heard her stand.

“Stop,” I said and then was shocked at myself. I never gave orders like that. Well, not anymore.

Focus.

She sat, and I could hear her fidgeting with her purse.

“You aren’t stupid,” I said, my voice gentler. “This isn’t a contract. This isn’t you promising to come to Mass every week for the rest of your life. This is a moment that you can be heard. By me…by God…maybe even by yourself. You came in here because you were looking for that moment, and I can give it to you. So please. Stay.”

She took a breath. I waited.

“I never meant to end up at the club,” she finally said, her voice going low. “I thought maybe I’d find a small nonprofit to work at or maybe I’d do something prosaic, like waiting tables. But I heard from a bartender that there was a club hidden somewhere in this city—private, exclusive, discreet. And they were looking for girls. Girls who looked expensive.”

“Girls like you?”

Y/N wasn’t offended. She laughed that throaty laugh, the laugh that kindled a low heat in my belly every time I heard it. “Yes, girls like me. WASP-y girls. The kind that rich people like. And you know what? It was perfect. I got to dance—I hadn’t danced anywhere other than a gala for so long. It was, all told, a fairly classy place. A mandatory $500 coat check. $750 for a table, $1000 for a private dance. No patron-initiated touching. A two-drink maximum. It catered to a very specific clientele, and so I found myself stripping for the same men who would have employed me, married me, donated to my pet charities, in another life. I loved it.”

“You loved it?”

Filthy girl.

The thought came out of nowhere, unbidden but refusing to leave, whispering itself over and over again in my mind. Dirty, filthy girl.

She turned those hazel eyes back to me. “Is that wrong? Is that a sin? No, don’t answer, I don’t really want to know.”

“Why did you like it?” I was asking merely out of a counselor’s curiosity, of course. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Why would I mind? “She adjusted herself, the shorts exposing more of those firm legs. Dancer’s legs. “I liked how it felt. Having men watch me with hooded eyes, wanting me and only me—not my education or my pedigree or my family’s connections. But even more than that, on this raw, primal level, I loved the way the men responded to my body. I loved that I made them hard.”

I loved that I made them hard.

I nearly choked, my mind fracturing into twin minds—one determined to see this meeting through with grace and compassion and the other determined to let her know how hard she made me.

She was oblivious to my internal struggle. “I loved that they would become almost wild with the need to touch me, so wild that they would offer me astounding sums of money to come home with them, to leave the club and become their mistress. But I never accepted. Even though many of them were handsome, even though I wasn’t in a place where I could pretend money was no object. But something about it was antithetical to my very nature, and I couldn’t imagine accepting any of those offers. Isn’t that a ridiculous notion? A stripper insisting on preserving her virtue?”

She didn’t seem to expect an answer and kept going. “The sad thing was that I was actually starved for sex while I was turning down all these offers. I’m sure you know the feeling, Father, like the slightest breeze is enough to send you over the edge, like your skin itself is combustible.”

God, did I know that feeling. I was feeling it right now. I offered her a weak smile, which she returned.

“I was so combustible, Father Starkey. I would get wet watching the men stroking themselves through their custom-tailored trousers. In the private rooms, I’d pull my thong to the side and let them watch as I brought myself off. They liked that, they liked it when I teased myself and rubbed myself and rode my hand until I shuddered and sighed.”

I realized my hands were gripping the arms of the chair very hard now, and I tried to flush out all the images her words were conjuring, but I couldn’t and she continued on, oblivious to my sudden discomfort, innocently secure in the mistaken notion that I was simply an input for information, an output for advice, and not a twenty-eight-year-old man.

“But it wasn’t the same, getting myself off,” she said. “I wanted to be fucked, fucked and used. I wanted to be filled with someone’s dick, I wanted to have fingers in my mouth and in my cunt. In my ass.” She took a breath.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.

“What’s that sin called? I know it has to be one. Is it just lust…or is it something worse? What kind of prayer should I pray for that one? And what if I don’t feel bad about what I’ve done, the things I wanted to do? Even now, even after what happened last month, I still want it. I still feel lonely, I still want to be fucked. Which is confusing as hell because I have no idea about anything else I want out of my life.”

Despite everything, I still wanted to respond to her last sentence, the ultimate motivation for her being here in this office. I wanted to take her hand and give her soft intimations of wisdom, but fuck, nothing about me was soft right now.

Her words.

Her fucking words.

It had been bad enough listening to her talk about working at that club, but then when she’d described touching herself, coaxing her pussy into orgasm, and I had imagined myself as one of those hungry businessman watching it, offering everything in my wallet just to see that glistening cunt pulse with pleasure. I bet I could see it now if I wanted. I could stand her against the wall and yank down those shorts, kick her legs open so that she would be exposed to me…

There was no earthly way I could last another minute in this meeting.

God must have heard my unspoken prayer because her phone chimed then, a businesslike little tone, and she fished it out of her bag. “I’m so sorry,” she mouthed as she answered the call.

I indicated that it was okay, trying to solve the bigger problem of how to stand up without revealing what her words had done to me.

She ended the call quickly. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “Some work stuff has come up and—”

I held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it. I have a parish meeting coming up soon anyway.” That was a lie. The only meeting that was about to happen was between my hand and my dick. But probably not good form to tell a hopeful convert that. (I made a mental note to ask forgiveness for that lie as well as what I was about to do.)

“I, ah, I hope to see you soon though.”

She gave me a gorgeous smile as she stood and grabbed her bag. “Me too. Bye, Father.”

I couldn’t even wait until I was sure she was out of the church. As soon as Y/N left, I got up and locked the door, taking the time only to move over to my desk so I could brace one hand on the surface as I fumbled with my belt.

There wasn’t time to feel guilty or question my motives or for anything remotely resembling thought. I didn’t even pull my slacks down any farther than it took to free my dick, and then I was jacking myself hard and fast, nothing in my mind but release.

I tried to think of someone else—anyone else—other than the woman who had come to me seeking God’s forgiveness and reassurance. But my mind kept wandering back to her, imagining her at the club, but moving for me and only for me, pulling her thong aside to show me the thing I most wanted.

Christ help me.

I felt it building, taut electricity in my pelvis, and I was thrusting into my hand now, wishing I was fucking Y/N —her mouth or her cunt or her ass, I didn’t care—and then I shot all over my desk, pulsing and spurting and imagining that each and every drop of myself was being spilled onto her skin.

My hand stilled and my breathing slowed and reality came crashing back down. Here I was, dick in hand, cum all over my liturgical desk calendar, and a picture of St. Augustine looking at me reproachfully from the wall.

Shit.

Shit.

Numb, I zipped up my jeans and tore off the top sheet of the calendar and threw it away, the crinkling of the thick paper loud and almost accusatory, and fuck, what the hell had I done?

I sat in the chair and stared at St. Augustine.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what it’s like,” I mumbled. I braced my elbows on the desk and ground the heels of my palms into my eyes.

Y/N was not going to go away. She lived here. She was going to come back, and I had no doubt that we’d only scratched the surface of her “carnal” confessions. And I would have to listen to it without getting aroused like a teenage boy. More than listen, I would have to respond with grace and empathy and compassion when all I would be able to think about was  that mouth.

Stars were now dancing behind my eyelids but I didn’t move my hands. I didn’t want to see this office right now or St. Augustine. I didn’t want to see the newly ragged edges of my calendar or my newly filled wastebasket.

I wanted to pray in complete darkness. I wanted nothing in between my thoughts and God, in between this woman and my vocation. I wanted everything but my sin and these starbursts in my eyes stripped away.

I’m sorry, I prayed. I’m so sorry.

I was sorry that I’d betrayed the trust of one of God’s flock. I was sorry that I’d betrayed the holiness of this place and this vocation by lusting after someone seeking solace and guidance. I was sorry that I hadn’t even controlled my desire long enough to step into a cold shower or go for a run or any of the other tricks I’d learned over the past three years to stifle my urges.

Mostly…

Mostly, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry.

Dammit, I wasn’t sorry at all.

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Wait hold up whose that guy you posted that looks like drew, cause i had to double check cause i really thought it was him

It’s a random guy from tinder 😂

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I mean correct me if i’m wrong but i think i found Rafes twin 👀

Do you guys think they look the same?

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Mark My Territory – Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Rafe and y/n having yacht sex and blurry pap pics get out

Warnings: Face spitting, Anal, Dominant Rafe, Pain kink, Humiliation kink, Degrading talk, Mentions of other fetishes and lots of hardcore brutal smut with an appetizer of angst

 Rafe has always been depicted as a ‘womanizer’, a lady killer and all other words for it, yet the people who actually have dated him know truly he’s a romantic. He isn’t a man who only flirts to get his cock sucked then leaves, he’s not a serial cheater or big ladies man. He’s truly a deeply caring, loving man and Y/n was lucky enough to be his and experience that.

Yet she couldn’t deny, if Rafe had one flaw within relationships it was his undeniable jealousy that could worm it’s way into his mind when he felt someone was getting a little too friendly with his girl. The man was protective and admittedly a bit possessive of his girlfriends, and while it could be appropriate at times it also could be an argument starter at other, however to y/n- angry, possessive Rafe was more sexy than scary. Sometimes she may or may not bite back when he tells her who she belongs to, who’s boss and maybe, just maybe she does it to see him get riled up and take the extra step to show her that she belongs to him.

Right now, Y/n has found herself in possessive Rafe’s fit, they were on a little get away vacation and currently on a Yacht sailing on Bahamas waters. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet tempers rose when Rafe thought the man who delivered the booze for the bar was getting a bit too cheeky with his girl.

Y/n though didn’t really notice his behavior as flirty, so it wasn’t like she was reciprocating it in the slightest, but she may or may not be pushing a few of Rafe’s buttons to see him get all bossy and protective over her. Usually that ends with good rough sex, sloppy, dirty and so fucking hot.

“Rafe! It’s not a big fucking deal why are you so mad?! He’s not even here anymore! I didn’t pay attention it’s not like when he tried to flirt, I whipped my tits out for him. God you’re being annoying.”

She was putting her sassy bratty act on, one she knew often didn’t end well for her- or rather her windpipe and cervix- both of which typically end up bruised and sore from his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock purposely smashing into it just because he knows how bad it can hurt- and bad girls need to be punished. Sometimes punishment hurts.

“Don’t talk back to me Y/n. The dude was practically eye fucking you, and you didn’t stop it! And showing him your tits? Really? You mentioning exposing yourself, why? Were you thinking about doing it? That top barely cover’s you so how do I know you weren’t trying to sneak him an eye full when my back was turned?”  

His tone was daring, deep and serious. He wasn’t playing around, he was like a dog protecting his territory. When he saw Y/n roll her eyes he marched towards her, his body towered over hers and his glare was threatening. The girl stood her ground though, wanting to see just how far she could push it.

“Oh shut up! You act like I dropped to my knees for that guy! Rafe do you hear yourself? The man was like 70! If laying his eyes on a pretty young woman made his day, then I don’t care. It’s not like I was handing the geezer Viagra so he could get it up for me when you were in another room. Shut the fuck up already, I want to enjoy myself.”

She flipped him off before hopping into the pool, letting her entire body submerge to try and cool off her frustrated body. She didn’t have the patience for his tough guy act right now, he was being ridiculous.

When she made it back to the surface of the water she swam towards the railing on the side of the pool, leaning her body against the glass while she floated in the water, her peaceful swim was soon interrupted by a body forcing hers to turn around. Rafe was standing in the pool, chest to chest with his girlfriend and he was not fucking happy with her. His eyebrows raised while he pinched her chin between his fore finger and thumb forcing her to look back at him.

“You think that little attitude you pulled back there was cute? Let me give yeh a little refresher since you seem to have forgotten important information.”

She then felt his free hand grope her left breast, roughly so the pain forced her to notice the area and pay attention to the body part-

“These tits, belong to me. No one else should be able to get a good view at them, it seems you’ve forgotten that. And this-“

the man brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hair harshly before continuing

“- head, should only be thinking about my fucking cock. The thought of another guys dick, no matter if they’re an old creep like him, should never be inside that pretty little head of yours. You use that pretty brain to think about me. That pretty face is for me to look at, kiss, fuck and use as my cum rag. Or have you forgotten that as well?”

When she only answered with big doe eyes getting into her submissive state under his spell of filth he took an opportunity to yank her locks yet again and raise an eyebrow.

“You gonna answer me, or are you going to keep looking at me like a brain dead whore that only I can make you?”  

A muted whimpered moan came from her mouth before she spoke,

“Belong to you, I’m yours Rafe.” Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry, words coming out a tad bit sandy which the man noticed.

“Wha’s the matter? Throat gone dry? Yea?-“ Y/n nodded never letting their gazes part

“-here, let me help.” He used the fingers latched on her chin to force her mouth open, collecting his saliva before spitting it directly into her mouth with a filthy aggressive ‘spat’ noise. He kept his gaze on his spit as he watched it slide down her throat seeing the muscles constrict when she swallowed it fully, a desperate whine coming out of her next.

“Still thirsty, love? Throat still dry? Open-“ she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and letting him project another collection of spit into her mouth before deciding to get filthy with her, dribbling little bits of spit on her still out tongue seeing some drip onto her chin which gave him another prompting to really make her feel dirty like her behavior was asking for, he pulled back closing her mouth for her and spat directly onto her face.

Y/n gasped a bit, of course her and Rafe had done every dirty thing you can imagine. Vanilla was not in their vocabulary when it came to sex, they’d done everything from voyeurism and taboo roleplays to experimenting with knives and pee play, so this wasn’t the first time he’s spit on her face, she just wasn’t expecting it that time. Rafe had watched as it started to roll from her nose and drip, her tongue darting back out of her mouth to collect the falling spit swallowing it greedily.

“I think you’re starting to remember how things work aren’t ya? You’re my little girl, you even drink from me don’t yeh? Let’s do some more refreshing, this right here-“ Rafe’s large palm migrated to cup her bikini covered cunt giving it a harsh squeeze making sure to pinch her lips between his fingers for a little bit of pain added to the grip.

“-this darling little cock sleeve, also is mine. I own your pussy, sweetheart. Now let’s hear you say it, go on use that little brain for me”

Y/n was practically a puddle of mush at this point. She loved being roughed up, degraded and treated rather harshly during sex. She loved when he’d participate in that kink of hers since Rafe himself thinks very highly of women, so he’s not often giving her the full ‘you’re a stupid fuck doll’ treatment. This was a treat for her, getting him so riled up he was being extra rough even verbally.

“I belong to Rafe, my body is yours.” A needy whimper followed her words, hands holding onto his flexed biceps just needing to feel her man, his dominance amplifying her needy nature and submissive tendencies. The man cooed at her, giving her a little smile.

“Good girl, now what else do yeh need to say to me? hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad, I love you Rafe” her lips puckered for a kiss, getting a few simple pecks from him as a reward yet she wanted more. Rafe knew that fact, but he wasn’t going to cave that easily. She needed to really understand he wasn’t fucking around this time and those snotty comments about flashing herself and mentioned the old guys dick wouldn’t fly, not at all.

“I love you too, darling. I accept your apology, but you’re not off the hook yet. You were very naughty; you know better than to even mention another man getting to see what belongs to me. I don’t want to hear anything like the mess you said earlier, ever come from your mouth again. Understood?” Y/n quickly agreed, nodding her head with a ‘yes sir’ wondering where things would go from here.

“Good, now that we’re on the same page I think it’s time to move onto the consequences you’ll be facing for your behavior. Turn around.”

The girl did what she was told, the sun now starting to set as she pressed her front into the side of the pool both of their bodies still submerged in the water. She was wondering what was to come, the thrill of being outdoors already surging through her and the anticipation of what’s next was killing her.

“You were awfully rude to me, kitten. Not happy with you, so I think you’re going to get your ass fucked.”

Y/n felt her eyes go wide, she’d talked to Rafe before about acceptable punishments and what she wants to receive depending on what she did. During that conversation she’d mentioned anal, but that was reserved for if she was really bad. So, she knew she must have really fucking pissed him off. The girl chose anal as a severe punishment because she couldn’t come from it, and it was always painful for her but since she had a major pain kink, she put it on the table of options after trying it with an ex and discovering how the sensation was a punishing one for her body.

Her head turned to look behind her, Rafe flicking his eyes from the top of her spine down to where the water distorted the image of her bum.

“You made me very upset, kitten. Hurt my feelings, acted like a bitch. I deserve to get off, you don’t. Going to use that tight little tight hole to teach you a lesson, and as my own personal masturbation tool for the evening. If you’re a good girl and don’t complain, I might make you feel good in the morning.”

The objectification while very much offensive in a normal setting, was unbelievably hot in this sexual one. She knew that cruel of dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but she loved it. She loved being treated like an object after she’d been bad. She enjoyed it when Rafe would use her mouth like a masturbation toy while he watched porn, not even acknowledging her when she’d been a bad girl at other times. She loved when he’d humiliate her by having her hump her pillow in front of him, somehow able to control his body enough to stay soft while he watched her so the only thing, she saw was his flaccid cock making her feel like a dirty girl who couldn’t get him up. It was all consensual and had been talked about.

Of course, she loved soft Rafe too, the delicate slow way he’d lick her cunt, the loving thrusts and making love for hours on end. She loved every version of Rafe in the bedroom, but right now she was getting dominant Rafe and while she knew she was about to feel like she was being split in two by his cock ramming inside her ass, she was still going to love every surge of pain going through her lower half while he moaned filthy things into her ear. The fact she could get him to cum without herself getting pleasure was a strangely erotic thing for her.

Rafe’s hands brought her back from her train of thought, his fingers making quick work of her bottoms letting them untie and float off somewhere in the pool whilst he turned his attention back to her body. His large palms groped at her ass, nails digging into the plump flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart every few gropes letting the cold pool water touch the opening, the sensation making her flinch slightly at first before she started getting used to the ripples of water touching a taboo place on her body.

She felt his chest press into her bare back, face tucking into her neck as he used his teeth to tug the ties of her bikini top undone, the fabric giving way to leave her completely bare in the water. She hopes to god there isn’t a group full of paparazzi with night vision cameras up in trees or fucking hang gliding around the boat because she doesn’t think her mom would appreciate seeing her daughter in the tabloids getting railed by her boyfriend.

His damp hair tickled the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips resting on the shell of her ear while he spoke.

“Don’t you dare scream, you know the safe word if yeh need to use it. Got it? No screaming, and don’t start the tears either. Be a big girl, not gonna go easy on ya’ this time princess. This fucking is for me.”

When she felt his tip start to push against her puckered hole she did everything she could to try and keep her body relaxed so it wouldn’t be nearly as much of a struggle. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her still while his other hand was gripping the tip of his cock using his knuckles to keep her ass pried open a bit to put himself inside the impossibly tight hole just begging to be torn to shreds.

Her jaw clenched with her fists as he managed to ease the tip of his cock through her puckered star, her anal muscles clamping down almost painfully tight on his cock while he gripped her hips and shoved her back on him burying himself so far inside the girl he swears his tip was banging into another organ inside the girls belly. A deep groan ripped its way through Rafe’s throat, the sensation was overwhelming and the power he held in his dominant role made every fiber of his being feel like it had been ignited.

He swears he could feel the blood running through his veins, hear his eyes blinking and was hyper aware of every limb and appendage he had, his cock being the part of himself that was screaming with stimulation as he massaged himself with the inner muscles of his girl. Y/n wanted to feel ashamed at how she was getting off on the pain, not feeling anywhere close to cumming or real sexual stimulation that was pleasurable, but a mental erotic feeling. The knowledge that Rafe was using her body to get off, and punish her at the same time made her mentally so turned on she knew she was adding the natural slick pouring from her peach into the water, she hopes chlorine can mask the scent of pussy juice and semen or else she’ll feel a bit sorry for the pool boy who might be fishing out the spillage of Rafe’s cum into the water the next morning.

“Jesus Y/n Christ baby, your little ass is so fuckin’ tight feel like yeh might rip my cock off…fuckin’ hell I’m close. Gonna bust so deep inside you, you’ll be seeing parts of me coming out of you for days. My slutty little girl likes to be stuffed full of my cum doesn’t she?” Y/n moaned simply at his words alone, responding with a pitiful

‘yes sir, I love you’ to his accusation.

“Aw, I know you do. Like when I use yeh like a cum rag, like to feel my sperm leaking out of you. You’re such a disgusting little girl, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Nod your head, yes you are!”

Y/n let out a pained grunt mixed with a titillated moan, nodding furiously at her boyfriend’s words.

“Yes! Yes, I’m a nasty girl, only for you. Fuck Rafe, I’m yours.” She sounded pathetic, utterly pitiful, and dirty. And they both fucking loved it. Rafe could feel himself nearing completion, his stamina becoming weaker and his body begging to spurt his seed into the girl and with a few more harsh thrusts leaving a lingering burn to her bottom he filled her bowel with hot, sticky ribbons of his cum.

Every bit of semen held inside his contracting balls was being unloaded into her beautiful quivering body, her nipples hard as rocks between his toying fingers and her stomach slightly distended with the pressure of his dick inside her. The sight was filthy, almost offensively so. Something you see only on the dirtiest if porn sites, ones only the most depraved kinky bastards go to, Y/n was his own little hardcore porn star in this pool, and he’d never felt more primally turned on in his life.

He slowly removed himself from her, certain that without the barrier of water the exit would have made a delicious ‘pop’ when the tip of his meat finally retreated from the hole. Y/n was now catching her breath, legs shaking under the water from the forced stretch of her lower muscles her body trying to regain its composure as her boyfriend pulled his swim trunks back over his genitals and turned her to face him pressing her naked body into his.

“Think I can trust you not to be so bad anymore?” His voice was no longer as gruff, he was slowly turning back into his normal self. Y/n gave him a tired nod, kissing his butterfly and hugging him tight.

“Well let’s hope for your sake I can, but for my sake I wouldn’t mind getting to abuse your ass again if you chose to misbehave like that again.”

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Asleep - Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Rafe walking into the bedroom seeing you asleep on his bed wearing one of his sweatshirts with just the bottom of your bum cheeks hanging out.. 

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! dirty talking, name calling, rough sex…

 He smirks to himself and walks up to you slowly, laying on the bed behind you gently, trying not to wake you up. Licking his lips and his eyes locked on the visible part of your ass, he runs his fingertips on your skin, moving his shirt that you’re wearing slightly up to see your whole butt and a part of your back. Despite himself, he lets out a low whimper, his hands brushing your skin and leaving you goosebumps.

“Mm, Rafe?” you mumble as you wake up softly. “Are you feeling me up?”

“Shh, baby, don’t move.” he whispers as you feel his hand move to your stomach and up on your breasts.

“Pervert.” you add with a chuckle, your eyes still closed. “You should let me sleep, it’s late.”

His hands grab one of your breasts and you bite your bottom lip, holding your breath.

“I don’t know baby, you’re wearing my sweater and I really want it back.”

He starts kissing the side of your neck and you can’t help but pant and moan as his grip tighten on your boob, quickly moving to the other and down your waist. He moves even closer, bringing you on his crotch and you feel his hard dick press on your bare ass through the fabric of his boxers.

“If you want it back, then take it.” you murmur, licking your lips and grinding your ass on his cock harder than you intend.

He groans in your ear and moves your shirt up, taking it off before to throw it on the floor. His hands run on your now naked body and keeps kissing your neck.

“Do it, Rafe, I know you want to.” you express, grinding more against him.

“Oh fuck baby,” he lets out in a low tone with a moan. “I’m so fucking crazy for your ass.”

He grips one of your cheeks and pinches it hard enough to make you squirm. You whimper his name again and you feel him move on the bed as he pulls his boxers down, moving slowly his hips to rub his dick on your bum. It turns you on more than you want to admit and you reach around to touch him but he stops you.

“Don’t move baby, be lazy, i’ll do  everything.” he lets out, taking your wrist and putting it back in place.

It doesn’t take long before you feel his dick slide inside you and you press your legs more, feeling your pussy throb around it. He holds your waist and groans close to your ear, making you hold your breath. He starts fucking you gently and you move against him, gently at first and harder. Your thighs pressed together brings you close to an orgasm and when he whispers in your ear again, you can’t hold it anymore.

“You feel so fucking good baby girl.”

He spanks your ass lightly and you shut your eyes tight as you start cumming. It makes you shake against him and he fucks you harder and you moan his name louder as it echos on the walls.

“Oh fuck yes!”

When you come down from your high, you feel Rafe’s dick slip out of you and you almost groan in disagreement.

“Baby I want to cum on your ass, it’s driving me insane.” he whispers, making you shiver, as he trail kisses down your nape. “Please baby?”

You smirk and nod, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Mm, thank you.”

You feel him spread your ass cheeks lightly and he starts rubbing his cock between them. It’s easy for him, due to your orgasm, and he starts groaning. You whimper a bit harder as his dick slides against your ass, hitting your hole and making you horny again.

“Oh, Rafe…” you close your eyes at the amazing sensation and he starts going harder.

“I’m gonna cum princess, fuck!”

He starts going unsteady and his orgasm spreads as you feel his cum spatter on your lower back and dripping on your ass. He groans again and runs his hands on your breasts before to kiss your shoulder.

“Fuck baby, i love your ass.” he whispers. “If you ever offer it to me the way you did tonight, i think i’m gonna have to do more than just rubbing my dick between your ass cheeks.”

You chuckle at his words and turn your face to meet his lips with yours.

“We’ll see about that.”

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Lap Dance - Drew Starkey

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader ft. Austin

Author’s note/ Summery: Pretty much Austin and Drew go out for a boys night & there is a video leaked where the boys are getting a lap dance & y/n is furious & when the boys get home it’s not good at all!

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! dirty talking, name calling, rough sex… etc. this was amazingly fun to write :) ft. Austin.

I kept switching channels, zapping quickly with the remote. I was pissed, a lot more pissed than I had been in a while. I glanced at my computer screen one more time, fueling my anger even more. I had paused on a very ‘interesting’ shot of my boyfriend getting a lap dance and whenever my eyes would fall on it, i would get angrier.

I was waiting for him. Not only was I gonna tell him exactly what I thought, but I was gonna do even worse. The thought of getting some sort of revenge put a balm on my wound but not enough to dissipate all the frustration. I was mostly a cool girlfriend, i believed. I didn’t really mind him going out with his friends, even to a strip club if that’s what turned him on, but seeing an other girl all over my man? No. Even if she was paid. I didn’t think it would make me as mad as it did. Perhaps it was to actually see it with my own eyes that made it worse, and maybe also that he didn’t even tell me. I was not sure if the fact that he and Austin got filmed by people who recognized them was a good or a bad thing, but it didn’t matter because I knew. I saw.

I saw the lights of a car and breathed in deeply, closing my laptop and turning the tv off. I heard two doors close and recognized both boys’ voices. It took only a few seconds before the door opened but it seemed like an hour. I tried to keep a straight face and not show how mad I was but my heart was literally trying to jump out of my throat.

“Hey babe, sorry i’m home so late.” he sent me a smile but i couldn’t send it back. “I told Austin he could sleep here, if it’s okay with you.”

I kept silent and he suddenly frowned.

“You good?”

I grabbed my laptop again and opened it, putting the video back to the start and turning the screen their way. All i could hear was the loud music from the club but slowly, I saw their faces change in front of me. Their smiles turned into fear and then quickly into an expression of guilt.

“I didn’t know we were… filmed.”

“Piss off, Austin, I want to hear what Drew has to say.”

Austin made a weird face and moved his hands up, taking a step back. I didn’t even send him a glance and looked at my boyfriend as he closed his eyes and held his breath.

“Can you please turn this off?”

I grimaced slightly and closed the computer again roughly, putting it on the couch next to me, still staring at him the whole time. He was going to apologize, right?

“Come on, Y/N,” he just said with a shrug. “It was just a lap dance.”

My heart skipped a beat and I scoffed, getting up.

“Just a lap dance?” I repeated, my eyes opened wide. “Really?”

Drew sighed again and shook his head, making me even angrier than I already was. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“Alright then.”

Quickly, I got up from the couch and walked quickly and loudly to the kitchen, coming back with a chair, putting it right in the middle of the living room. I grabbed my cellphone on the couch and started looking for something in it. They both stared at me, frowns gracing their faces, but they remained silent. I waited a few seconds, giving them just enough time to let more questions run in their mind and finally turned to Austin.

“Sit.”

His face showed fear when he understood what I wanted and he shook his head lightly, glancing at Drew before to look back at me.

“I said sit, Austin.” i repeated firmly. “Don’t make me lose my shit.”

Slowly, he took some steps and sat gently on the chair, clearing his throat. I knew he felt embarrassed and maybe a bit scared but I didn’t care.

“Love, come on, you can’t do that.”

My boyfriend’s words made me send him a sarcastic smile as I clicked on a song from my playlist, putting the phone on the floor.

“Hey, it’s just a lap dance, right? That’s what you said.” I pointed. “But you can stay and watch.”

I knew he thought I wouldn’t do it. I knew he thought I didn’t have the guts to get undressed and dance for one of his friends, and he was wrong. I was not the type to turn the lights off when we fucked, but I was going to show him a wild side he was not aware of just yet.

I stood in front of Austin for a few seconds before to start moving. They both remained silent as I moved my hips closer to him and i noticed he was holding his breath. It was not Austin’s kind to be embarrassed by a girl getting naked but the fact that I was dating his best friend probably changed his attitude. I kept my eyes locked with Austin’s and when I turned around to move my shirt up, I heard my boyfriend gasp. The sound made the left corner of my lips raise but I kept going. I took my shirt off completely and threw it away before to work on my pants. My back was still facing him when I moved them down slightly, exposing half my ass and despite the music, I heard someone curse.

I turned my head to look at my boyfriend. He was leaning against the isle of the kitchen, one of his hands in his pocket and the other over his mouth. He wanted to tell me to stop but he knew it would be useless. I was clearly not a professional, but I was gonna finish what I started.

I bent down while moving my pants to the floor, exposing my ass to Austin’s face and I heard him groan low, making me smile. Quickly, I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, tilting my head and flipping my hair, moving my hips again in rhythm with the music.

“Okay, Y/N, enough.”

I ignored Drew’s order and slowly took a seat on Austin’s laps. His eyes fell in the cleavage of my bra and moved closer, brushing my lips on his neck. I could hear him pant low as my breasts pressed on his chest.

“Get off of him!”

Making Drew mad was making me smile and the fact that he was jealous turned me on slightly. I didn’t listen to him and moved on my feet again, rubbing my ass gently and slowly on Austin’s thighs.

“I swear Austin if you fucking touch her i’m gonna kill you!”

This time, it’s a smirk that appeared on my lips. Mostly because of Drew’s words, but also because I felt Austin’s half erected cock swell against my panties. It made me feel dizzy and I moved my face back a bit to watch him. His eyes were roaming on me and I bit my bottom lip, letting my hands run on my breasts before to reach in my back to unclasp my bra.

It was too much for Drew and he ran to me and grabbed my arm trying to pull on it. I almost fell but held myself on Austin’s shoulder.

“You’re not getting naked in front of him!”

Drew’s face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. Why did I enjoy it so much?

“That stripper put her tits in your face, didn’t she?”

“She was not rubbing herself on me!” he let out without answering my question.

“I’m almost done.” I just pointed out, looking meanly at him.

He breathed in and turned around, hitting the isle with his fist. It was like I had transferred all my anger to him and I was starting to feel bad. I looked down and jumped slightly when Austin’s hand reached for my shoulder.

“Hey, I think he got it now.”

I sighed and nodded, finally getting off Austin. He got up too and I chuckled low when I saw him adjust himself in his pants. He bent closer to me and sent me a smirk, whispering a “thanks” before to turn around and leave. I waited until I heard the front door close and took a step closer to Drew, who was now holding himself with both hands on the isle, his head down.

“I’m sorry.”

I held my breath before sighing low. That’s all I wanted. That, and a little revenge. I had gotten both, now it was enough.

“You’re mad huh?”

He turned around, his face expressing extreme anger but also some pain I couldn’t decipher.

“Take that fucking bra off now.”

Out of all the things I thought he would have said, this was clearly not in my top ten.

“W-what?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“But Dr-”

I didn’t have time to talk, he cut me again.

“You want to play? We’re gonna play.”

We stared at each other for about a minute without moving. I pulled on the straps of my bra and let it fall to my feet as Drew took a step closer to me.

“Get naked.”

I didn’t make him wait this time and pulled my panties down, leaving them on the floor as he walked to me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back. This time, it was my turn to gasp and i held my breath.

“Is that what you like?” he whispered, his face very close to mine, anger still shown on his face. “Getting men hard and turn them on? What do you think it did to me?”

I swallowed hard, but I enjoyed this so much I could feel myself getting wet.

“I’ll show you.”

I heard him unzip his pants with his free hand and he pulled on my hair harder.

“On your knees.”

Still holding my hair in a fist, he brought me down on my knees, right in front of his hard cock. Just seeing it made me whimper.

“If you like acting like a little slut, you gotta be able to be one.”

The last time I had asked Drew to call me names in our sex sessions, he was not so sure about it, but now, I had managed to make him mad enough to want it. It turned me on even more than I thought it would have. The way he was looking at me made me ache for him and I let one of my hands slip between my legs.

“Open your mouth.”

I quickly did as asked and he didn’t wait before sliding his cock between my lips. He went a bit roughly and deeply, making me choke on it and without giving me time to get my breath back, he started fucking my mouth. I gagged a few times, feeling myself dripping on my fingers as he was still holding my hair. After a while, I got used to his thrusts and started rubbing my clit at the same time. The whole thing made me so horny I was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out of my mouth and bent closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.

“Mm you’re a good little slut.” he whispered. “I didn’t know that.”

His words made a shiver run across my back and he sent me a smirk. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could feel my pussy and my head throb at the same beat.

“Get up.”

He pulled on my hair and I moaned, doing as he was asking me. He pushed me against the isle, bending my body. I felt my breasts on the cold marble as he held me there.

“Don’t move.”

I turned my head to watch him take his shirt off but kept my body in place. He pushed his pants and boxers away with his feet and finally pressed his body against mine. I whimpered louder as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, to reach my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” he whispered near my ear. “You like sucking my cock don’t you? God I love when you’re a little whore for me.”

At his words, I ground my ass on his cock despite myself, feeling it press on my ass.

“You like that? You like when I call you my little whore?” I moaned again, closing my eyes and feeling his breath on my neck. “My little fuck toy. My cum dump. You like when I use you?”

He didn’t give me time to answer and pushed himself inside me, slipping easily and deeply inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He hissed through his teeth and stayed still as I started squirming to make him move.

“You’re such an impatient little slut, i swear.” he said in a low tone, pressing his smirk against the skin of my back. “Feeling you throb around me is intoxicating.”

His hands ran on my sides slowly and then down my thighs, making me even more impatient.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you want me to use you. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out a few times before to swallow again.

“I love your dick so much, Drew.” I let out in a mix of whimper and whisper. “Please use me, please fuck me hard. I love being your little slut. I’m all yours, i belong to you.”

He cursed again and started fucking me, his hips rocking back and forth quickly and roughly. I started moaning louder and he grabbed my hair again, moving his face closer to suck on the skin of my neck. The feeling of his dick hitting deep inside of me was bringing me closer to an orgasm when when he dug his teeth in my shoulder, I let out a scream.

“Drew i’m cumming!”

I felt my lower stomach hit the side of the isle as he fucked me as hard as he could, groaning in my ear. I felt him shake behind me, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spilled inside me. The thought made me shiver through my orgasm and my nails scratched gently on the marble.

When we both got down from out highs, i closed my eyes, hearing him pant near my ears. He slid out of me slowly and i felt his cum and mine glide down my legs.

“Don’t ever do that again.” he breathed close to me.

I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t ever get another lap dance.” I retorted with daring eyes. “We’re even now.”

He chuckled and nodded a bit, his chin still laying on my shoulder blade.

“The only lap dances I will get from now on will be yours.” he promised, making me laugh. “That was hot as fuck. I was jealous.”

He peppered kisses gently on my back and I sighed, my lips curling.

“I promise I’ll only do this to you from now on.”

“Deal.”

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bae come back we miss u 😩

I will post today just for you ❤️

[deepestfancloud]

darling your smut is probably my favourite of all thanks for the constant 🥵😮‍💨😳😫

Omg Thank you 🥺❤️ That makes me so happy

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On The Cross 4 - Drew Starkey

 Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Y/N was talked into going to a BDSM club with her boyfriend, turns out her boyfriend didn't have her best interests at heart. Will someone save Y/N?

Warnings: BDSM. Shower play. Orgasm denial. Dirty talk, fingering, female receiving, Flogger

I woke up and I was tied to Drew’s bed completely naked, I might need to learn to not be such a heavy sleeper if I’m with Drew, who knows what I might wake up to….dangling upside down tied to the ceiling, I hope I’d wake up if he did that though!

“Morning love, slept well I hope” he asked, I nodded. “Good girl, but you’re allowed to speak, and you can address me as Drew like normal” he said softly, 

“ok”.

“Now I want to try a few things with you this morning, obviously I want to introduce you to some new scenes and techniques, but I also have your punishment from last night to address, I normally use spanking as a punishment but since you responded so well to that I thought I’d try something different.”

He pulled out a familiar item, “Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“It’s a wand”.

“Good girl, yes it is, wands only have one setting so what you felt before when you experienced this will be similar to what you feel now, however you need to trust that I will look after you and I will only administer the punishment I see fit, once the punishment is over, if you have taken it well, you will be rewarded. I want you to again like before count each zap and thank me, as I said before you can address me as Drew. Because you took the spanking so well, I’m thinking we’ll try 10 zaps today as well. Like before if you forget to thank me and count that zap will not count. Is that clear?” he asked

“Yes Drew” I said,

“Good girl”. Drew turned on the wand; I could hear a faint buzzing type sound coming from the end of it. I was actually really scared; I remember how much this hurt. With one hand he caressed my skin, his hand was warm and comforting, but in his other hand he held the wand that I knew would be anything but warm and comforting. He brought his hand down slowly and ever so slightly touched my shoulder with the wand, I gasped in shock and pain, it wasn’t excruciating but it bloody hurt,

“One, thank you Drew”,

“Good girl, that wasn’t too bad now was it?” he asked, I felt like this was a rhetorical question though,

“No” I lied, of course it was. He zapped me again this time on my hip,

“Ow! Two, thank you Drew” I moaned, with his hand he caressed my skin again, Drew had this thing were even the simplest of touches could set me alight, he quickly zapped me again this time on my stomach where his hand had been, it didn’t hurt quite as much this time, was that because Drew had touched me before hand?

“Three, thank you Drew”, Drew continued to caress my skin and then zap me where his hand had been, this made the zaps actually hurt less, but I wasn’t going to kid myself it still hurt! Drew had zapped me now seven times, each time I thanked him and counted. Drew bent down and took my nipple into his mouth, he lightly sucked and nibbled it, it felt so good, suddenly Drew zapped my other breast, I gasped, the mix of pain and pleasure was good, the pain was still painful though,

“Eight, thank you Drew”,

“Your doing so well, you’re being such a good girl, only two more and then I am going to reward you.” he said. Two more, I can handle two more. Drew continued to suck my nipple, his free hand ran down to my clit, he rubbed circles onto it, I could feel his other hand move lower as well, god please tell me he is not going to zap me…….oh my god!

“Nine, thank you Drew” he zapped my inner thigh, this one hurt the most, but being so close to my core actually sent a wave of heat to my stomach, Drew continued to suck my nipple and drew circle onto my clit, all of a sudden he withdrew his had from my clit, the next thing I felt was a sharp current of electricity hitting my sensitive clit, I arched of the bed slightly and moaned in both pain and pleasure,

“Oh my god, 10, thank you Drew!” I screamed.

Drew turned off the wand and threw it to the floor, “Well done, you took that really well, you deserve to be rewarded” he said as he plunged his fingers into me, he immediately curled them up so they hit my g-spot with each thrust, holy crap it felt good,

“You’re wet already” he said proudly. I could feel my stomach tighten as Drew continued his thrusts, suddenly the familiar feeling of warmth and immense pleasure grabbed me,

“I’m going to cum”,

“Good, do it”, he said. As Drew continued to thrust his fingers into me, I came quickly and powerfully. Drew removed his fingers and stripped off his boxers, instead of thrusting straight into me like I was hoping her would he stood and came so he was positioned by my face, I immediately took him into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around his tip and gave him a hard suck, my hands were tied to the bed so I couldn’t massage his balls, instead I took one of his balls and sucked it gently into my mouth, Drew gave a groan of appreciation.

I bobbed my head up and down his shaft as I licked and sucked, I tilted my head to the side so I could suck on his particularly sensitive side, he groaned and thrust his hands into my hair, I could already feel him throbbing inside my mouth, Drew held my head still and started to thrust into me, he hit the back of my throat several times as he continued to thrust at his own pace, I swallowed as he hit the back of my throat, I was hoping that that would sent him over the edge as I never liked being face fucked, it kind of panicked me a little because if a guy got carried away I couldn’t breathe, luckily Drew sensed my fear and he released my head,

I was grateful, I took a breath and took Drew as far into my mouth as I could go, I swallowed again as he hit the back of my throat, Drew shot his load down my throat with a loud moan, I swallowed and continued to gently suck him, I was careful as guys get super sensitive when they cum, he shivered and pulled out, he kissed me fully on the lips, clearly not giving a fuck that I had just had his cum in my mouth a few seconds ago. Drew was already hard and ready to go again, wow he has a lot of stamina, he positioned himself between my legs, without any warning he thrust into me forcefully, it felt so good, I felt full and safe. He quickly gained a rhythm and thrust into me, he used his free hand to rub my clit and caress my hip and stomach.

God he knew what he was doing, again within minutes I was about to cum,

“I’m gonna… cum….”I moaned,

“Do it” he panted lightly. I orgasmed hard, I could feel my juices spill out every time Drew pulled out of me to then thrust back in, it felt damn good. I was glad my legs and arms were tied because I didn’t have to think about what to do with them, they did start to feel a bit stiff though, I think we had been here for a couple hours though.

Drew lifted my hips up gently with his hands, he was strong he barely flinched. The new angle made Drew go deeper and he hit my g-spot with every single thrust in and out, Drew suddenly started to circle his hips, he was no longer thrusting, I had never had a guy do this before, but fucking hell I had been missing out, every time Drew made a circle with his hips, his cock caressed my walls and rubbed against my g-spot and his pelvic bone rubbed against my clit.

“Oh my god, yes!” I moaned, well I think it was more of a scream than a moan, good job we are the only ones in his house!

“I’m going to….oh my god I’m going to cum” I panted,

“Hold it, don’t cum yet!” Drew demanded, hold it? is he fucking serious? Drew then started to thrust into me full pelt, I was a withering mess, I don’t think I would remember my name if I was asked….come to think of it the only name I could remember right now was Drew’s, it’s the only thing that seemed to leave my mouth. I could feel Drew throb inside of me, he was close, but I don’t think I can….

”Cum!” he shouted, I did, bloody hell did I cum, I orgasmed so hard my toes even curled and my back arched, Drew emptied his load into me, as he relaxed and pulled out of me I could feel a mixture of our juices spill out onto my thighs. Drew kissed me on the forehead and left to get something out of his bathroom, I just lay on the bed completely still, completely spent with cum dripping out of me slowly. That had been the most intense experience so far! Drew quickly came back with a warm washcloth, he cleaned my off and slowly untied my restraints. Drew climbed in bed next to me and pulled the covers over us both, he snaked his arm around my body and held me tightly.

“So, how was it?” he asked,

“So good!” I breathed.

“What did you think to the wand?”

“Not going to lie it bloody hurt at first, it started to feel better, but no it wasn’t my favourite” I said,

“Ok, so would you want it again?”

“Um, I don’t know, if you wanted to use it again then I wouldn’t be totally against it if it made you happy” he laughed gently

“Wow your thinking like a true submissive, how about we only use it for punishment?”

“Ye ok, sounds fair”.

“I noticed that you were a bit off when I was thrusting into your mouth”,

“Ye I’m not a fan of being face fucked, only because I’ve had some bad experiences so it kind of panics me a little when I don’t have control over my breathing” I said,

“Fair enough, would you want to do it again or not?” he asked,

“Honestly it does panic me but only because I’ve been with guys who have just gone crazy and kind of forgot that I need to breath, you sensed my fear and stopped. I trust you to try it again though because I do want to have a good experience with it, I just need to know that you will sense when I’m panicking.” I said truthfully,

“Ok, we can try it again another time, you don’t have to say yes though just because you think it will please me”,

“I know, I’m not, I do want to get over that fear, and I trust you to be the one I try it with. I’m not stupid Drew as much as I want to please you and would do pretty much anything if it made you happy, I’m not going to do something I am truly against, someone once told me that” I laughed,

“Well I bet that guy was pretty damn clever, and really sexy”, he laughed,

“Well that would be telling” I laughed.

“I’m glad to hear though that you want to please me, I told you that you are a natural submissive, when was I ever wrong” he laughed.

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When I woke up Drew was in the shower, he’s always busy when I get up, it would be nice if we could cuddle or something, maybe that wasn’t the kind of thing he did, I mean after sex he was always really affectionate but who said that affection had to extend to several hours later? Drew’s phone that was on the bedside table buzzed, I picked up his phone and knocked on the bathroom door,

“Everything ok Y/N?” he asked,

“Ye can I come in?” I asked, I found I would ask his permission to do the littlest of things like go to the music room or walk into the bathroom when he was in there.

“Course you can”,

“Your phone went off Drew” I said,

“Oh ok can you read the text to me”,

“Really?” I said a little shocked, he wanted me to read his text?

“Ye I have no secrets from you”, well ok then, I looked at the text it was from Austin, as I glanced at it I could make out several f words, typical Austin.

“It’s from Austin, do you want me to read it word for word?” I asked,

“Yes please”.

“Ok it says….‘holy fucking hell I am officially in love with Y/N, whatever she said to Lisa worked, Lisa not only gave me the best fucking blowjob of my life but we also had sex, god it was so fucking good! You have to thank Y/N for me; I don’t know reward her or whatever it is you do! If I can get out of bed I’ll see you later!’…. and that’s it” I said.

Drew just laughed “well you certainly made an impression on Austin”, I laughed lightly

“Well I aim to please” I joked, Drew just laughed harder

“And don’t I know it!” he suddenly reached out and pulled me into the shower. Luckily I was still naked I suppose otherwise I would have been soaked.

“Put your hands behind your back and stand against the wall” he said firmly.

“I didn’t think I’d get the chance to try this” I said cryptically,

“Stay here, don’t move!” he ordered. Drew quickly got out of the shower and returned minutes later with rope and a vibrator, Drew tied my hands above my head to the shower curtain rail, he Kissed me passionately and plunged two fingers into my core, he immediately curved them up so they stroked against my g-spot.

“Wet already, such a good girl” he hummed, wet of course I was wet I was in the shower, obviously I didn’t say that though I’d probably get punished for giving lip. Drew continued to thrust in and out of me, he rubbed my clit with his thumb as he went. He suddenly removed his fingers and plunged the vibrator into me, he slipped a pair of my thin lace panties over my legs and onto me,

“To keep it in” he said simply. “Water play can be quite a fun one, but it’s hard to do because everywhere gets so wet…I’m improvising with the shower. What many people don’t know is that cold water can put off an orgasm…” he turned on the vibrator, it pulsed inside me, it was rested against my g-spot. I started to pant lightly.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum” Drew said, after a few minutes I was bloody close,

“I’m going to….” I was suddenly cut off by Drew spraying me with freezing cold water from the showerhead; tiny Goosebumps appeared on my chest, stomach and thighs, everywhere the water touched. He was right I could still feel immense pleasure from the vibrator but my orgasm was just out of reach.

“Weird isn’t it?” he laughed,

“Now just imagine staying like this for a couple hours, you’ll experience ongoing pleasure from the vibrator but the cold water will hold off your orgasm, you’ll constantly be on the edge but you’ll never quite be able to cum” he said, god that sounded like torture, I needed to cum so badly already. Drew sensed my thoughts and laughed,

“Luckily for you love you won’t have to imagine” he laughed. Was he serious? Drew angled the shower head so it was constantly on me, I couldn’t get away from it, he did however turn the temperature up a tiny bit so it was just cold rather than freezing cold,

“Can’t have you actually freezing” he laughed. Drew reached out of the shower curtain and grabbed a small ball gag,

“Open!” he demanded, he pushed the ball gag into my mouth, it wasn’t as large as the one James used in the club, it didn’t hurt my jaw, but I couldn’t make a sound….well apart from muffled moans.

“Now I have a meeting downstairs with the guys, can’t have them hearing you now can we? It will last about an hour or so….longer if your unlucky. There is a camera there….” he pointed to the small sized camera mounted on the ceiling looking straight at me,

“….I can keep an eye on you using me phone. Don’t make a sound and be good.” He said as he drew the curtain closed. Just before he left he said

“Have fun!” And with that he shut the door to the bathroom; oh my god was he serious? He left me standing in the fucking shower with a vibrator driving me crazy and cold water hitting my body. Every time I thought I was going to cum I was reminded of the cold water, my orgasm would fade just to the background. I started to lightly shiver, both from the ongoing pleasure and from the cold water, this was pure torture, I could last an hour or so!

 Drew’s POV As I went downstairs I checked on Y/N through my phone, she looked beautiful tied to my shower, I could see her body trying to convulse, her nipples were hard and she had small Goosebumps all over her skin. This seemed a bit harsh, no doubt she will think it’s torture but denied orgasms can be highly pleasurable….and frustrating. I thought I’d mix it up and use the water play to help deny her of her orgasm, I needed to keep a close eye on her though even though the water wasn’t anywhere near cold enough to make her sick, it can be a very intense experience. I actually did have a meeting with the guys ; we were supposed to be discussing our next season on outer banks. These meetings were never particularly fun, knowing that Y/N is tied down to my shower and is a withering messmakes it so much more fun though, especially since I can keep an eye on her through my phone! I was distracted from my thoughts about Y/N when the doorbell rang. I greeted the guys. We all went to the living room to have the meeting. “Where’s the lovely Y/N, I thought she’d be here?” Austin asked, looking around slightly,

“Oh you know she’s a very busy girl she’s probably just tied down somewhere” I tried not to laugh, the phrase was an innocent one, Austin however clearly understood that she was actually tied down somewhere. “Ok well let’s get on with the meeting shall we”. Y/N’s POV How long had I been here for? I couldn’t hear anything other than the shower running and my need thumping like a drum in my brain. All I could think about was cumming but the water ensured that it was always just out of reach. I was cold but not excruciatingly cold, Drew’s clever he had the water just cold enough that I wouldn’t be able to orgasm but warm enough that no matter how long I stayed here I wouldn’t get ill, a true sadist.

I laughed lightly, I don’t think anyone can call Drew a sadist though, even the pain that he dishes out is for my own good, I have truly come to realize that if Drew wants me to do something there is normally something in it for me…..however I’m not quite sure what I’m getting out of this though. I’m not going to lie I was experiencing great pleasure but the fact that I couldn’t cum was highly frustrating. Drew’s POV Throughout the meeting I snuck quick glances at my phone to check on Y/N, if she seemed in trouble I wouldn’t care if the guys found out I would leave the meeting and go take care of her. Y/N was strong though, she always took what I gave her, I’m still teaching her things but she is a quick learner. “Well I think that we have discussed as much as we can at the moment, continue to look over the characters and we’ll start to organise the season two of outer banks as soon as possible” our director informed us,

“Ok great, thanks” JD said. The director showed himself out.

“So Drew what have you done to Y/N?” Austin laughed,

“She may be in the shower….” I looked down at my watch, she had been there for an hour and a half

“….but if you don’t mind she’s been there for an hour and a half so I need to go see to her” I informed them.

“Ok we get it, see you later Drew” JD laughed. They all finally left. I wanted to leave Y/N there for a little longer, but it wasn’t fair on her, she had never experienced this before.

 Y/N’s POV I heard the bathroom door open…well at least I think I did, I don’t know any more I can’t think straight. Drew pulled back the shower curtain and turned the water up to warm, he then just stood and watched me…I’m not quite sure what he was waiting for though.

Within a few minutes the warm water warmed my skin and I felt so much better, I felt much more comfortable…all of a sudden the vibrations inside me seemed to increase, it hadn’t as no one had touched the vibrator, it was clearly my imagination!

The vibrations continued to increase, I could already feel myself building up to the orgasm again, my skin prickled and my breathing increased, I could feel my stomach tighten and blood rush to my core. I could hear my pulse thumping loudly in my ears and my vision began to blur, if I wasn’t restrained I would have collapsed on the floor.

Drew stepped into the shower, fully clothed and held me tight against him, he didn’t say a word though. I was thankful for the support he gave me; I didn’t have to worry about my legs holding me up. I started to pant heavily and tremble with pleasure, I was expecting my orgasm to fade again like it had been doing for ages, but it just grew stronger, I could feel it approach I was millimetres away from it…

I could almost reach it, suddenly it hit me like a train, my legs bucked from underneath me and my back arched, Drew continued to hold me tightly against his wet fully clothed body, he reached down with his free hand and started to rub my clit, I couldn’t take any more pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head and my toes curled, it felt so damn good! I couldn’t speak, I could barely think.

“Fell’s good doesn’t it” Drew suddenly spoke, I was too far into my earth shattering orgasm that I couldn’t respond, my orgasm continued to come in waves just as I thought it had stopped it started up again. I was panting heavily and I was getting slightly light headed, I think I might pass out! Oddly I didn’t though. My second orgasm faded but quickly started up again, I started to convulse against Drew, I didn’t have control over my body as another orgasm rolled into the next, after what felt like ages my body slowly stopped pulsating. My breathing slowed and my vision came back fully. I still couldn’t speak and I could barely move. Drew held me tight as he untied my restraints, he held me against his body as he dried me off lightly with a towel, as the towel gently grazed my extremely sensitive clit I screamed and fell into Drew.

The next thing I knew I was lying in Drew’s bed, I was wearing his boxers and one of his t-shirts, he was lying next to me, he was dry and had a change of clothes on. I shifted slightly.

“Ah good your back with me” he said,

“What happened?” I asked confused.

“You passed out briefly, it can be quite common” he said softly as he brushed my hair off of my face,

“Why did I pass out?” Drew laughed slightly

“What you experienced was multiple simultaneous orgasms, many woman can’t achieve them, but obviously you can, it can take a lot out of you.” he informed me,

“Wow ok, that’s never happened before” I said surprised,

“Being denied orgasms for a period of time makes the final pleasure of being able to reach orgasm extremely high, in your case being denied the ability to cum resulted in you being able to achieve multiple orgasms. I’m impressed! “

Wow multiple orgasms, I didn’t even know that was possible. Can it be classed as a great achievement if I pass out due to pleasure? Well I’m taking it as an achievement! I should totally get an A in sex ed. Maybe Drew will give me a gold star I laughed to myself.

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On The Cross 3 - Drew Starkey

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Y/N was talked into going to a BDSM club with her boyfriend, turns out her boyfriend didn't have her best interests at heart. Will someone save Y/N?

Warnings: BDSM. Dirty talk, fingering, female receiving, SPANKING

“Strip, now!” he said firmly. He took me by surprise, “I said now!” he repeated. I slowly took my top off and reached to pull down my leggings, “I didn’t say slowly now did I?”

“No” I said as I removed my clothes quickly. “Did I say you could speak?” I shook my head. I was now standing in front of Drew completely naked, we were still standing in his hallway. “Go sit in the living room on the floor, hands behind your back, chest out and head down, go”

I quickly walked to the living room and took the position Drew asked for. He was being much firmer tonight, I liked it. I heard Drew run upstairs, what was he going to get? A few minutes and he came down again, he walked around me admiring the view.

He stroked my hair as he continued to walk around me, “I had high hopes for you last night, but you have been very naughty today, haven’t you?” he said firmly, I thought about it and then nodded,

“What have you done, I want you to tell me” he said, shit what had I actually done wrong? “um….” “common I’m not going to wait all night” he complained. “I wandered off around your house…” “Good, what else?” “….I um, I didn’t tell you everything about myself….” “Good, what else?” “I um…I don’t know what else….” I half pleaded, “Really? How about giving me lip, you speak to me with respect, you were practically begging for a punishment when we were out with our friends. I never go back on my word” he said firmly, he sat on the sofa,

“Stand up”, I stood silently, I made sure to keep my head down, I read somewhere that it’s a sign of respect. “Come here” I walked over so I was standing in front of Drew, “Now lay over my lap, so your arse is in the air” god how mortifying, I did what he said though. “Good girl, you have been very naughty today though so you need to be punished, this is for your own good. Since this is your first punishment I will go easier on you. I will spank you for all the things you have done wrong today, I’m thinking a good number is 8” he said seriously, 8? That’s a lot I don’t think I can bare that many,

“8?” I said, “10, do you want to make it more?” he said sternly, I shook my head, “Good girl, now you will count each blow and you will thank me, I expect to be addressed as Sir though. If you fail to address me correctly or to thank me, or you forget to count, that hit will not count and we will continue your punishment from the previous number. Is that clear?” he said, I nodded

“Tell me, is that clear?” “Yes sir” I said, god calling him sir sounded so wrong, especially since I’m actually older than him, suppose it was quite funny if you think about it.

 Drew caressed my bottom; he massaged and rubbed circles into my cheeks, not knowing when he was going to spank me was unbearable, suddenly his hand left and was quickly brought down with a smack, it hurt but it was not that bad, “One, thank you sir” I quickly remembered to say, “Good girl”, he rubbed away the burn, but the burn was quickly replaced with another blow from his hand, again it hurt,

“Two, thank you sir”, he repeated the rubbing and then smacking motion for three more hits. I was now at 5, my bottom was starting to burn, Drew brought his hand up and quickly released it onto my bottom, it was harder this time and hurt more, but oh my god it hurt so good! “Fuck, six, thank you sir”, I could feel heat rise from between my thighs, I felt like I was strung really tight and I was about to snap, I felt so turned on it was crazy.

Drew brought his hand down quickly and forcefully twice more in quick succession, I could barely think how many was that “Six?” “Nope, that was seven and eight, we are now back to six since you didn’t thank me and you weren’t paying attention” he said as he brought his hand back down twice more, “Seven, Eight, thank you sir!” I shouted, I could feel the blood rush to my head and my clit, I tried to shift against Drew’s Jeans to get some friction against my clit, god I just wanted him to fuck me already,

“Lets push you a bit further” he mumbled above me, push me further what was he going to do, I felt a large solid flat item lying against my arse, “It’s the paddle” Drew said, god I couldn’t take that could I? he lifted the paddle and brought it down hard against my bottom, god it hurt more than his hand, but the pain only added to the warming sensation that was building in my stomach, “Thank you sir”, “Tu tut, what number was it?”

“umm……9!” “Well done but you just earned yourself one more since you have such a bad memory, this one is 9 again” he said as he brought the paddle down quickly, “Oh my god! 9 thank you sir!” I half moaned half screamed, I was so bloody close to cumming I could practically smell it, Drew brought the paddle back down this time harder than all the previous times, the shock made me shift against him, his jeans roughly grazed my clit, that was all it took to send me over the edge, I trembled with pleasure as my orgasm came quickly, somehow I still managed to remember what I needed to say “10! Oh god, sir thank”

I didn’t really make sense but I didn’t give a fuck as a orgasmed hard, I could feel my juices spill onto Drew’s jeans. Drew just rested his hand on my lower back as I came. I could feel my vision blur slightly as the blood continued to rush to my head. When my orgasm finished Drew pulled me up and placed me onto the sofa, he pulled off his jeans and quickly thrust into me, Drew held my legs around his waist as he thrust into me quickly and forcefully. I could still feel the burn from my bottom every time Drew thrust into me causing my arse to rub on the sofa.

“Don’t speak” Drew said firmly, I don’t think I could have even if I wanted to! it didn’t take long before I was ready to cum again, I remember Drew telling me to tell him if I was about to cum before, “Sir I’m gonna cum!” I screamed,

“Do it!” he said roughly, fuck he was sexy when he was being commanding, I immediately came again, I could feel Drew’s cock throb inside of me, he gave a few more thrusts before he pulled out and moved towards my mouth,

“Open!” he commanded, I knew what he wanted, I opened my mouth and sucked him in, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and held me in place as I continued to suck him off, within seconds he released his warm sticky load down my throat, I swallowed every drop of him. Drew orgasmed in my mouth and pulled out, I likced my lips, he fell down beside me on the sofa. He pulled me tight into a hug. “Wow!” he said, I just smiled. After several minutes of just lying in each other’s arms still completely naked he finally spoke “Fucking hell Y/N, I have never had anyone orgasm whilst being spanked! You’re fucking amazing!” he said as he kissed my forehead, “Thanks I think” I laughed gently,

“My god that is definitely a complement, not much of a punishment if you enjoyed it that much though” he laughed, “We’ll have to work on something else, denied orgasms maybe…” he thought out loud. “It wasn’t too much was it, I said I wanted to push you more…good job I did, I wouldn’t have realised that you liked being spanked so much!”

“No it was good, I’m glad you pushed me, I like the demanding slightly rough Drew” I admitted both to him and myself. “Good, because he will come out much more now” he laughed as he hugged me tightly.

The Next Day

Drew’s POV Y/N asked if she could go into the music room. Aww it’s so sweet that she checked that it was ok to go to the music room. She is amazing, and last night wow, who knew she would react like that. I knew a good spanking would turn her on but I didn’t expect her to orgasm from it. That reminds me, what can I try for her next punishment; spanking is clearly more of a treat.

“Austin…can I ask you a question?” I asked, we didn’t normally discuss BDSM in great detail especially with the others, he nodded, “Hypothetically, if I wanted to punish someone and they really enjoyed spanking what other things could I try?” Austin laughed, “Y/N likes spanking?”

“Ye a lot!” I laughed, he laughed as well “Ok, well it depends on her really, obviously punishments need to have an element of pleasure, I don’t know…denied orgasms maybe? Try several different things see what has the best outcome for Y/N” Austin said, “Ok thanks, she kind of threw me off I wasn’t expecting her to orgasm” I said,

“She orgasmed? from just a spanking? wow you have a keeper there” Austin said, “Ye I know” I laughed.

“Well if anyone cares Lisa finally gave me a blow job last night” Austin laughed, Lisa was Austin’s new girl, she was a bit of a prude,

“Wow about bloody time” I laughed, “Was it good?” I asked, “I’ve had better” Austin laughed. “Maybe you should introduce her to Y/N, maybe Y/N can teach her a few things.” I suggested seriously, “Well how about we just swap?” Austin was clearly joking, “Ye in your dreams mate” I laughed, “Maybe it will be….” he laughed. Suddenly in walked Y/N…. Y/N’s POV When I walked into the kitchen all the guys just stared at me, weird. “I thought you were in the music room” Drew said, “Ye I was, I was hungry though”, I bent down to grab something out of the cupboard, I could feel pair of eye’s piercing through me,

“What is everyone staring at?” I asked as I continued to look through the cupboard, I heard Drew cough, “Nothing, we were just talking about you” Austin said, I stood up and grabbed a banana from the fridge. “Really? What were you saying?” I asked,

“Oh you know just chatting” Austin said, “Hmm really?” I didn’t believe them, I peeled my banana and started to eat it, again the guys were staring at me wide eyed. “Seriously if you have something to say just say it” I said firmly, Austin and Drew laughed,

“Love it doesn’t work when you try and be dominant” Drew laughed, “I wasn’t, but seriously what is it, if you’ve been talking about me I want to know why everyone is staring at me as if I’m naked or something”,

“Well the banana doesn’t help” Austin said, suddenly it dawned on me, they were clearly talking about me and sex and here I was eating a bloody banana. “Ugh is that all you think about?” I grabbed my banana and was about to walk out, “Sit down!” Drew said in his dominant voice, I turned around and sat down in the chair next to Austin.

 I gave Drew a look as if to say ‘There are other people here’, “Sorry Y/N but I didn’t want you to leave, we need to talk”, “Ok, I’m sitting, what is it?” I asked.

“Austin’s girlfriend is a bit of a prude” he said “Ok?” I took a bite of my banana “Who taught you how to give a blow job?” he asked with a completely straight face, I almost choked on my banana “Seriously?” I managed to say, “Yes, seriously, you have a great skill, someone must have taught you” he said,

“Thanks, but no one taught me, I guess I’m just observant” I said, “Ok well Lisa’s a great girl and Austin doesn’t want to hurt her feeling but we all have needs….”

“I’m not giving Austin a blow job, sorry Austin!” I said, now it was their turn to choke, this time on just air. “What no! Obviously that would be amazing but no, we weren’t going to suggest that” Austin laughed, his cheeks were slightly red.

“Ok then where you going with this?” I asked, “Well if you let me finish I would have asked you to have a talk with her, give her some hints or something” Drew said. “I don’t even know her, I’d hate for some random girl to come and give me tips about sex”

“Ye but you don’t need tips!” Drew chuckled, “Well even if that’s the case imagine Austin telling you that you’re not doing something good enough and he gives you tips, that would feel shit right?” I asked Drew,

“Well ye but that’s different…” “No its not, it’s the same for girls, we have pride, if someone comes and tells us that were shit at something it still hurts our ego. Think about it, you’re always saying ‘good girl’, even if I do something wrong you find a reason to give me praise, for example taking my punishment, like I’ll probably get later for saying all this…but you have to tread carefully when telling a girl she is doing something badly, if you do something to the best of your ability and someone says it’s still not good enough, you just give up. I’ll happily be introduced to her and I’ll try and befriend her, if she asks for my advice I’ll give it to her but other than that it’s kind of your job Austin to make her better. I’m not going to say to someone even if it was my best friend that they need to be better in the bedroom. You should sit down and discuss it with her, believe it or not us girls can take positive criticism really well.” I said, all the guys stared at me in awe,

“What I’m not totally clueless” I laughed, “No you’re definitely not” Drew said proudly. “Ok well how the hell do I say something?” Austin asked, “What do you actually want her to do?” I asked, “What do you mean?” he looked confused, “If I had said yes I would talk to her what outcome would you want from it, better blow jobs? What?”

“umm…anything, better blow jobs, to actually have sex with her, she not a virgin or anything” he laughed slightly. “Ok well the having sex part might just be because she’s not ready, let’s face it having sex is a big commitment and it can be scary, many people fantasise about having sex with someone for Outer Banks, but if they actually got the chance they’d be terrified.”

“All you can do is talk about having sex and see what she says, you have to reassure her that she’s beautiful and that she’s the one you want, she’s probably just scared to compete against thousands of other girls. If she is comfortable enough to do thinks like blow jobs then the only way to make it better for you would be to tell her what you like, when she does something good tell her, use phrases like ‘I really like it when you…..’ or ‘it would feel amazing if you…..’ the only way she will know how to please you is if you tell her, we’re not mind readers.” I said,

“Ye but surely by me directing her wont she just feel like she’s doing it wrong anyway?” he asked. Why are guys so clueless sometimes?

“No course not, for starters the only reason she is giving you a blow job is to give you pleasure, we get pleasure from seeing the guy get pleasure, there is nothing actually pleasurable about the act for a girl, sometimes it can be anything but for us, having something large shoved down your throat is not always fun. The only reason I learnt what guys liked I suppose was to watch their reactions, like Drew for example, I already know what he likes because I’m observant, but if I didn’t notice I wouldn’t be upset if he told me, at the end of the day she wants to please you.”

“In general during any type of sexual act, the girl wants to please the guy and the guy wants to please the girl, so help her out a bit and make her life easier by telling her what you like” I said. “You’re really smart you know that?” Austin said. “Well not really, I just understand how she feels, I can guarantee the first time I gave head it was crap, the guy was too nice to say but I could tell.” I laughed.

“Hmm I don’t believe that” Drew laughed, “Well believe me I was, give it time and you’ll probably find something I’m crap at.” I laughed as I left the guys to continue their conversation

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On The Cross 2 - Drew Starkey

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Author’s note/ Summery: Y/N was talked into going to a BDSM club with her boyfriend, turns out her boyfriend didn't have her best interests at heart. Will someone save Y/N?

Warnings: BDSM. Dirty talk, fingering, female receiving, Rough sex

I texted Drew. I can’t believe I’m going through with this sub dom thing. He answered and gave me the address to his place. Then I arrived.

“Okay, tell me how does this work?”

“Well firstly this would not be a public thing obviously, I don’t want something like this getting out, I have tried hard to keep this part of my life a secret. I’m guessing though that you wouldn’t exactly go shouting it from the roof tops?” he laughed.

“God no, I would want this to be a secret as much as you do” I said.

“Good then we’re on the same wave length. Well each sub/dom relationship is different; some submissives are always a sub no matter where they are, it’s like a 24 hour relationship. Some are only submissive in the bedroom and some are submissive when behind closed doors. I never normally tie myself down so to speak with one sub, but I want this to be different, I want to teach you about the lifestyle but I also want to see if that type of relationship would work out for us. I would ask of you to be submissive to me whenever we are behind closed doors alone, I would never expect you to be in the sub role when we were out or with friends. You will always have freedom to your own views and opinions but I ask that when we are in the sub/dom role your respect my wishes and try to please me. “

“I will never force you to do something that you’re uncomfortable with, of course I would prefer you try something before saying no, but I’m not a dick I respect the word no. I don’t get off on inflicting pain, I will however try and push you, you have to let me know if I ever try and push you too far. I will expect obedience, when I ask you to do something I expect you to do it to the best of your ability, if you don’t do something to my liking I will punish you though. As I said I respect the word no, so if you are seriously against doing something then say. “

“I don’t really have a preference as to what you call me, some doms like to be called sir or master, I Prefer Drew, but at times I may ask you to address me a sir. Preferably I would ask that you moved in with me so that we can establish a proper sub/dom relationship, I respect your work and would expect you to clearly go, just like I obviously have commitments and need to go to work as well. Um…what else, that’s probably enough for now, do you have any questions Y/N?” he said, wow I was still taking in all the information. “Um ye actually I do, so I get it I’m a sub behind closed doors but what am I outside of those doors?” I asked, “Good question, that depends on you really, we can start off as friends and see where it leads. The media like to complicate things though so to them you would be a friend, unless that status was to change” he said,

“Right ok, so basically I get a say but I have to try and please you, I will be punished if I mess up, I can always say no, and you want me to move in?” I checked,

“Ye basically, we can discuss anything else at a later date if necessary” he said smiling,

“Ok, well um yes” I said nervously.

“Yes what? Yes you agree to those things, yes you want to be my sub?” he asked studying my face,

“Yes I agree to those things, and yes I want to be your sub. But I’m still really nervous about this whole thing, I mean I still don’t know if I’m even into this” I said,

“It’s ok Y/N I know, I know what I’m doing, I would never hurt you intentionally, you must promise me though to tell me how your feeling, you need to trust me, and I need to trust you, this is a relationship built on mutual respect, even though in theory I am the one in charge there is no hierarchy, I will take on your ideas and views.” He said gently.

“Ok, I do trust you, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t, but I get the fact that that trust needs to grow so that I know you have my best interest at heart” I said. “Of course, same for me I trust you, but clearly that trust will grow”. “Ok so now what?” I asked, “That depends on you, you can go home and come back tomorrow, or I can show you something tonight?” he said as he got closer to me. I could feel his warm breath against my face, “Show me something….as in…” I asked, “Yep”. “I think I’d like for you to show me something” I said nervously. “Hmm good, follow me” he said. Drew led me through his large house, we stopped outside what I’m assuming was his bedroom.

 “This is my room.” His room had a large king size bed with luxury looking sheets, he had large bay windows that looked out onto his garden, a mirrored wardrobe adorned the whole of one wall and a large en-suit was to the left of his bed. I would have loved a room like this. he grabbed me gently by the waist and plunged his lips to mine,

“You sure about this Y/N?” he asked, “Yes” I said with a slightly dry mouth.

“Ok then, I want you to strip…..slowly” he said firmly, I immediately started to take my clothes off, really slowly. First came off my tank top, I let it fall to the floor, next I pulled off my leggings, they joined my top on the floor, I was now standing in front of Drew in just my underwear. I slowly undid my bra and let it slide off my arms, lastly I pulled down my lacy panties, I made sure to bend really slowly as I took them below me knee, they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. “Kneel on the end of the bed, hands behind your back, legs spread slightly, and head hung low. You’re to stay like this until I get back. Move and I will punish you.” Drew said firmly, I took the position on the bed,

“Good girl, now don’t move” he said as he left the room. I sat completely still for what felt like several minutes, he still wasn’t back, what was he playing at. Whatever he was doing I wasn’t going to let him down by moving. Drew’s POV This was the major test, how long would she stay in that position for? Part of me wanted her to move so I could give her pert bottom a spank, but I knew that was not what she needed right now. I secretly watched her on my phone; I had placed a camera in there earlier. She was actually staying perfectly still, god I just wanted to go in there and touch her, I couldn’t though, she had to do this. there was something about her, obviously she was absolutely stunning, she was vulnerable but she had a spark to her, she was feisty and I liked that. Apart from the sex I really wanted to get to know her better, I wanted to be friends and above all more than a dom teaching her things. I looked at the clock, she had been sitting completely still for over half an hour, she hadn’t moved at all, I was impressed.

 Y/N’s POV It felt like ages had passed, I was starting to get impatient; clearly he left me here for a reason. I felt a presence behind me, I took all my power not to turn around,

“Well done, you didn’t move, I’m impressed.” Drew said against my back, he moved his hand to my front and lightly touched my core,

“Hmmm your wet already, the anticipation can be very stimulating, but it can also make you impatient, you need to learn that I will give you what you need when I’m good and ready to. I’m very impressed though, I reward good behaviour” he said as he plunged his fingers into me, I moaned his name,

“You can speak but don’t move” he said as he sat on the bed behind me, he used his chest to support me. He added a third finger and increased his thrusts, it felt so damn good, I tried my hardest not to move, even though I wasn’t restrained I felt like I was, I guess that actually added to the pleasure. Just before I could feel my orgasm approach Drew stopped, I sighed in frustration.

“Don’t forget I decide when something happens” he laughed softly. Even when he was being firm and telling me to not move or reminding me of his rules he still had a caring element to his voice, oddly I did actually really trust him. “Lay back on the bed, put your head on the pillows” I did as Drew said, I felt slightly exposed to him but I guess he had seen it all before.

“I’ll be back….quickly this time I promise, don’t move” he said, about 10 minutes later Drew came back carrying a large box, “Took me longer than I thought to try and find it, did you move?” he asked as he plonked the box down onto the floor, I shook my head, “Tell me, I want to hear it” he said, “No I didn’t move”, “Good girl” he said smiling, it made me feel good to know that I had actually pleased him, it was weird. He rummaged through his box and pulled out some cuffs, they wear black but fur lined, he came over to the bed, “I’m going to cuff you down, I’m restraining you because it will increase your pleasure, see how you feel with them on, tell me if you don’t like it though” he said

“Ok” I said quietly, he gently cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed, it felt weird but ok. He gave me a look as if to say

‘You ok?’ I nodded.

“I want to start off simple, I’m not going to bring anything else out of that box tonight, you’re free to look in it and ask me what things are tomorrow though. Tonight I just want to have sex with you though…..is that ok with you?” he asked,

“Ye, god yes” I said maybe a bit to eagerly, he laughed.

“Good, I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum. I don’t want you to speak now unless it’s to tell me when you’re about to cum or if it’s to tell me to stop, think carefully before you say stop though because I will, and we will just got to sleep for tonight instead. Obviously it is ok for you to show your pleasure through moaning though, but no speaking. Is that clear?”

Drew asked, I nodded my head, “Good girl”. He stood and pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, wow he was damn sexy. I could see that he was already aroused, he rubbed his fingers over my slit and slightly in “Still wet” he pulled down his boxers and let his erection spring free, it was quite large, god I hope he gave me time to adjust.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, I nodded my head, “After today we’ll get checked then I won’t use condoms” I nodded to agree, he grabbed a silver packet from his bedside table, he ripped it open with his teeth, he slowly pushed it down his length. Drew crawled onto the bed between by spread legs, he lightly grabbed my hips and lined his erection at my entrance,

“Ready?” he asked, I nodded. Before I even had time to finish my nod he was slowly pushing into me, he pushed in excruciatingly slow, I tried to push my hips up to meet him “Tut tut Y/N, are you in charge?” he asked, I shook my head

“Am I in charge?” I nodded, “Good girl.” Once he was fully inside me he pulled completely out and then pushed back in quickly, I moaned out loudly. Drew slowly began to thrust, he used his hands to hold my hips firmly, he bent over me and kissed me hard on the mouth, I returned the kiss passionately. He quickly gained a rhythm that had me moaning in pleasure, he gained pace as he dropped one hand to my clit, he rubbed circles onto it, I moaned even loader this time. God it felt so good, the fact that I couldn’t move only heightened the pleasure like he said it would. I felt the tightening feeling in my stomach; I was going to cum soon. I tried to hold off though so this feeling would last longer, Drew increased his thrusts though, I couldn’t hold out “Drew…..I’m going to cum” I moaned as he changed angle slightly to hit my g-spot,

“Oh god!” I moaned, “Cum!” he panted as he increased his thrusts even more. I was shaking and trembling beneath him, I could feel Drew’s cock throb inside of me, he was close too, I clenched my muscles around him, suddenly Drew groaned and cum too. We both road out our orgasms kind of together. Drew pulled out of me when he recovered and tied the condom, he quickly got up to dispose of it, he untied my legs and arms, and slowly helped me bring my arms back down to my side, they were quite stiff.

Drew pulled the blanket up over us both and snuggled into my side, “Well done, you did really well” he said, he sounded pleased, I just smiled, “Go to sleep Y/N, tomorrow I show you a few other things, I’ll push you more tomorrow though.” He said as he kissed my cheek. I drifted off to sleep in Drew’s arms.

 I woke up to find that I was in bed on my own; I guess Drew wasn’t into cuddling then. I got out of bed and found my clothes still in the pile on the floor where I let them, I pulled them on and made my way downstairs. As I came down the stairs I heard someone in the kitchen, I wandered into the kitchen and was greeted by a fully dressed Drew cooking breakfast.

“Hey I was going to let you sleep in” Drew said as he poured me a cup of coffee, “Sorry but I’m not very good at sleeping past 9am, habit I guess” I said as I sat down at his kitchen counter, “How are you feeling this morning, sore?” he asked as he studied my face,

“No I’m fine,” I said truthfully, “Good” “Oh um ok, so what should we do now?” I asked. Drew laughed, “Eager, I like it. We can go through that box I mentioned last night, see how much of it is familiar to you” he said as he went upstairs to get the box. He put the box on the kitchen counter when he came back down, “I doubt I’ll be familiar with hardly any of it” I laughed nervously, god he’s going to find out how bloody clueless I am with all this stuff. He pulled out the first thing; it was a blindfold “This one’s obvious” he laughed. The next item I recognised “Handcuffs” I said, “Good”, next he pulled out something I recognised but wasn’t 100% sure what it was called “Is it a ball gag?” I asked, “Well done, I don’t use them very often though, how about this one” he said as he pulled out a flogger much like the one James had used “Ye too familiar with that” I laughed nervously, “Floggers can be intimidating but when used properly can enhance the pleasure, we will try it at some point, unlike James I know how to use it” he said,

“As I said last night I won’t hurt you but I will push your limits” he said. I just nodded. “How about these, do you know what they are” he pulled out a selection of butt plugs, some small and some slightly larger, “Butt plugs, but I don’t know if I….” he cut me off

“I want you to try things before you say no, you’d be surprised with how pleasurable they can be. You have to trust that I know what I’m doing, and I wouldn’t suggest doing something if I didn’t think you would enjoy it”,

“Ok, fine, I will try everything at least once before I say no” I said, he smiled “Good girl”. We went through the rest of the box, he had things like vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, rope, paddles, and several different type whips including floggers and riding crops. I must admit seeing them all made me feel slightly flustered and kind of turned on, yep there was definitely something wrong with me.

“Drew are all the guys…you know…” I asked, he laughed “You can say it you know, are the other guys into BDSM?” “Uh ye” I said. “Me and Austin are but no the others aren’t, they know about us and the kind of things we do but that’s it. I guess it would be unusual if all five of us happened to be of the dominant nature” he laughed, “Oh ok, so is Austin into the same things you are?” I asked, “Ye pretty much, I guess you can say that we are into the typical stuff” he said, “Typical stuff?” what does he mean by typical, I dread to think what the unusual stuff is then. He paused and just looked at me, “Sorry, I’m asking far too many questions” I said apologetically. He chuckled “Y/N in my opinion you can’t ask too many questions. I’m happy that you’re interested in this stuff though. When I say ‘typical stuff’ I mean things like spanking, denied orgasms, temperature play, using toys, restraints, things like that. The ‘unusual stuff’ include things like wax play, needles, knife play, blood play, generally anything that involves a high level of pain.”

“We’re definitely not into those type things, we also don’t participate in any of those even if the girl we are with wants to, they can be dangerous and can leave lasting damage. Anything I do with you will not leave lasting damage, spanking will obviously leave you slightly sore for a day or two but other than that.” He said, “Wow ok, good to know, I’m not into pain so…” I said,

“Oh I don’t know, a little pain is good.” He laughed, “Hmm well don’t know if I totally believe you, it still hurts like hell if I stump my toe, that is not good pain.” I laughed, “Ye but that’s different, that is just pure pain though. Pain mixed with an element of pleasure only intensifies the pleasure, the line between pain and pleasure blur really easily.” He said, “Ok well next time I stump my toe I’ll keep that in mind” I laughed. Drew put all the items back in the box, 

  Drew’s POV

she’s actually quite funny and has her own personality. All the girls I’ve been with are too focused on pleasing me; I can already tell Y/N is going to be different.