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Hey guys!!! Thanks for being so patient with us!! Here’s the new episode of Cuba v DR!!

EPISODE 23

The squad room was buzzing with people as Sonny moved to the back room, eyes scanning over the notes so far. Abby’s statement against Rafael.

“This looks bad,” Rollins frowned as she scanned over the statements. “Barba is in big trouble.”

“He didn’t do it, I don’t know why this girl is tryin’ to cause him trouble, but Barba ain’t that guy,” Sonny argued as he scowled at the printed pictures of Rafael and Abby leaving his office. .

“You never know, Carisi, I mean everybody’s got secrets,” Amanda answered with a shrug. “Now we know Barba’s.”

“Barba’s got Roxie, you think he’d look for a second at anyone but her? It’s all circumstantial here, except for the phone call. But phone calls can be doctored, Roxie says she was the one on the other end of the line when Barba said that stuff. Why would she lie? If that call were real what would be Roxie’s motive to lie about it?”

“She’s his wife,” Rollins answered. “And she loves him. You said she’s got a baby on the way, I’m sure that plays into it. And it’s not just the phone call anymore. Abby gave us her phone yesterday, we got text messages–”

“She could list any number as ‘Barba,’” he pointed out.

“It’s his number, Carisi, we checked.”

“So she snuck them on there,” Sonny argued as he frowned, brows furrowed. “I just can’t see a guy like Barba doing something like this. We’ve known him for years, we’re cops, wouldn’t we have noticed something. Offenders like the one Abby is describing usually have been doing this kind of harassment for years. But every one of Barba’s assistants has stayed years with nothing but glowing reviews about him. On character witnesses alone our defense would be strong.”

“Okay, Counselor Carisi, take it easy. What are you gonna be his defense attorney?” she asked, sighing after a moment. “Listen, it just looks really bad. What’s Abby’s motive for making false allegations?”

“I don’t know, but we have to find something, Barba needs us now more than ever.” He looked down at the papers. “I gotta head out, do me a favor and look into Abby? We don’t know enough about her,” he said seriously, brows still knotted together as he put a hand on Rollin’s shoulder. “As a favor for your partner? Look into her, I don’t trust this girl.”

“Alright, I’ll vet her again, but Sonny, if it still turns out she’s on the level…you just gotta let this go,” she answered after a moment.

When Sonny arrived at Rafael and Roxie’s apartment, it was Roxie who opened the door.

“Detective,” she said softly, looking a little worse for ware.

Her normally put together aesthetic was lacking, her shirt was wrinkled and thin enough to show the outline of her nipples through the fabric, hair knotted and unbrushed, sweatpants hanging low on her hips. She was always warm and welcoming but today her words seemed clipped.

“Rafael is in the other room,” she mumbled.

“I can come back if it’s not a good time,” Sonny replied.

“It’s fine.” She swung the door open further and moved to the other room, not inviting him in, just expecting him to come in. “Rafael! The detective is here for you,” she called out, moving to cross her arms and look at her husband as he came out of the bedroom. “Want me to make drinks for you two?”

“No, mi amor, why don’t you go lay in your bath, it’s all ready for you. I couldn’t make it too hot, the midwife said hot baths aren’t good for the baby, but it’s nice and warm,” he replied kissing her cheek.

She pursed her lips and nodded, walking to the master bathroom, taking off her clothes and sliding into the tub.

Sonny was still standing in the doorway, frowning. “Um…should I…come in?”

“Yeah, come on in, just make it quick. She woke up in a mood this morning,” Rafael answered, waving Sonny inside.

“I never would have noticed,” he offered, trying to be polite as he moved inside. “I came to give you a copy of Abby’s statement and the text messages from her phone.”

“Text messages?!” Rafael ran a hand through his hair, rubbing his face in frustration. “I never sent her any text messages, I don’t even have her cell phone number.”

“Well somehow she has yours, because they were all exchanged between your number and hers. They’re bad, Barba. We can still fight this but you need to consider lawyering up soon. Just to have your bases covered.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rafael whispered, covering his face with both hands. “Okay, alright…anything else I should know?”

“I’m having Rollins run a second background check. There’s only so much we can do on our side. But if this is all fake, and I believe it is. She’s professional, she’s covered all her bases, so she’s either been coached or she’s done this before. There’s nothing in her record. Nothing to say that she’s ever been anything other than a model citizen. So you might want to consider looking into alternative sources for information. You got a pretty…knowledgeable brother in law right? You might have him look into this girl.”

“I am not involving my brother-in-law,” Rafael replied, pinning Carisi with a glare. He sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the anxiety building inside him again. “I can’t deal with this right now, okay? I have a pregnant wife I need to take care of.”

“No offense to Roxie, but if you don’t deal with this, Abby’s gonna torpedo your career,” Sonny replied.

Rafael shrugged in defeat, shaking his head. “Then I guess she’s gonna get away with it. Roxie and the baby are more important.”

“You think you’ll be any good to her if you’ve ruined your own life? I’m not talking about your career. I’m talking about the psychological effects of this. Barba, what about the next man who Abby, accuses? Who’s life she ruins? Is that fine too? You’re just gonna let her keep on accusing people? Ruining lives?” Sonny glared at Rafael, seemingly unable to even believe that he would consider given up.

“Back off, Sonny,” Rafael snapped. “Just do your Goddamn job, and maybe I won’t have to worry about it.”

He regretted the words as soon as he’d spat them out. For all the grief and sass Rafael gave the man, one thing was certain beyond all else; Sonny was more than just a colleague, he was someone Rafael considered a friend.

“Look I’m sorry, Roxie needs me, I’ve ignored her enough dealing with this so…I’ll see you later, okay?”

Sonny gave a jerky nod. “Just a word of advice, counselor, don’t alienate one of the only people who believes you over hard evidence,” he mumbled before moving to the door. “I’ll check back in later. Take care of your wife.”

Rafael nodded, pursing his lips as he went to lock the door behind Carisi. It seemed that everyone else was far more concerned over the way he chose to ignore them or deal with things his own way rather than how he was feeling.

Don’t alienate one of the only people who believes you…

I didn’t want lemons, I wanted you here…

I want to help, but I can’t if you shut me out…

He didn’t mean to shut anyone out, least of all his wife and the only one of the squad who’d bothered to assure him that they were on his side, but it seemed everyone was more concerned with themselves than letting him process the way he needed to. Roxie at least had a pass with being pregnant and hormonal.

“Shit.”

Roxie. He’d left her to her bath, and no doubt she would be waiting for him to come into the bathroom. With her mood today, anything was possible, he supposed.

“Hey…” he said, stepping into the bathroom as she wrapped a towel around herself.

Roxie moved to him, putting a hand on his cheek and kissing him. “What did the detective have to say? If they haven’t arrested Abby, I don’t know why he’s bothering to come here,” she mumbled before wrapping her hair in a towel as well.

“More of the same. More evidence. Text messages,” he answered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t wanna think about it right now.” He need to feel something else. He needed to feel something. “Can I ask a favor?”

“Of course,” she said softly, facial expression softening a bit as she looked him over.

He hesitated for a moment. “If you’re not up to it, it’s okay, but…will you please fuck me?”

“Fuck?” she specified, hoping he’d understand what she was asking. Did he want to make love? Or did he want something rougher?

“Yes,” he whispered. “Will you fuck me with the strap on again?”

Her brows shot up at that but she nodded slowly, giving him another kiss. “Get on the bed,” she whispered gently.

Following her instructions, he went and plopped down on the bed, shoulders slumped and eyes down at the floor. His hands rubbed over his face again, running over his hair as he let out a soft breath.

“I can fuck you, just let you relax and blow off some steam or I can completely take control if you need it. I just need you to tell me what you need,” she whispered as she walked over to him, fingers gently running through his hair. She’d never offered it before, but she wanted to let him know the offer was there if he needed it.

He let his forehead rest against her stomach, leaning into her touch and  letting out an exhausted sigh. “Take control,” he whispered.

She nodded and leaned down, cupping his face so she could kiss him. “I don’t play no means yes games, if you say stop, I will end this immediately. So be careful what you say, Rafael,” she whispered.

He nodded and looked up at her. “I remember our word.”

“Take your clothes off, kneel down on the bed naked with your hands on your thighs, chin down.”

He followed her instructions immediately, slowly disrobing and kneeling on the bed the way she’d asked.

“Good boy,” she whispered and stroked her fingers through his hair. “You will not speak unless spoken to. If you speak out of turn, you will be punished.” She moved onto the bed, smirking. “Close your eyes now. Relax, all your problems are mine for the tonight,” she said as she continued to stroke his hair, keeping it slow and rhythmic.

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch and letting out a breath.

She started her fingers out right below his chin, tracing them down over his chest, circling each nipple, and down to his navel, feeling his body react to her, tensing and relaxing.

“You’re so perfect,” she whispered and moved her fingers to trace the same patterns into his thighs. She waited until his breathing had slowed, body seeming to have fully relaxed before wrapping a hand around his cock, slowly stroking it.

He groaned softly, swallowing as his breathing became deeper, and his organ grew harder.

She smirked, stroking him a little firmer as she leaned forward, letting her lips ghost over his. He parted his lips, craning his neck towards her slightly, as he moaned.

She kissed him again, giving him some of the affection he seemed to be hoping for before pulling back from touching him altogether.

“Get on your hands and knees now,” she whispered as she moved to the table to look for the lube. They didn’t use it often, so it was rare they ever moved it. But her brain was functioning at half capacity, majority of it focused on the baby as her brows furrowed. “Where did I put it?”

He bit his tongue, remembering her instructions not to speak as he got to his hands and knees, and tried to psychically communicate with her that it was on the left corner of the dresser.

She seemed to pick up on it, finding the lube after a moment and smiling. “There it is,” she whispered to herself before moving to Rafael, looking him over. “How does it feel to be this exposed?” she asked with a smirk. “Papi I can see every single inch of you.”

He smirked a little, looking back at her with an arched brow.

“It was a question, you may answer,” she mused as she ran her hands over his ass, giving it a smack. “Coño,” she said with a giggle, her posh British accent making the word seem foreign yet adorable.

He burst into laughter, head hanging down between his shoulders. “I like it, mi amor,” he answered in a soft chuckle.

She smiled and looked him over. “You’re so sexy,” she mused before thinking about when he showered last, an hour or two before her, so he was clean. Which meant she could be dirty.

She knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks and licking a firm stripe up his ass. He gave a surprised moan, the feeling of being licked there a little strange, but it still felt good.

She let her tongue circle around the rim before turning to bite his left cheek all the while spreading lube on her fingers. He moaned again and pushed slightly back against her, his cock hardening even more.

She pulled back after a moment, using her first lubed finger to trace over his hole, spreading a significant amount of lubrication before stroking an affectionate hand down his back.

“I’m going to put a finger in,” she said softly, easing in the tip, waiting for him to relax, pressing lazy kisses to everywhere her mouth could touch. When she felt his muscles relax a bit around her finger, she eased it in slowly, kissing his skin and whispering words of praise.

He moaned, willing himself to relax and let her in, focused on his breathing.

She smirked and started to gently move the finger, whispering more words of approval. “Mmmm, so beautiful, so perfect Rafael. You’re amazing, so good for me.”

He groaned, fists gripping the sheets below him and after a moment, he felt his muscles slowly beginning to loosen.

“Good boy,” she whispered and added more lube. “I’m going to add a second now, alright?”

He nodded, and braced himself, trying to stay relaxed.

She waited for a moment before easing in a second finger, repeating the same actions as before, whispering praise as she waited for him to relax again before adding in a final finger.

By the third finger she finally angled them, brushing over his prostate a few times as a reward for his patience.

His moan was loud as his muscles gripped her fingers and clear droplets began to ooze from the tip of his cock. A chill ran over his entire frame as a tingle settled in his balls, and he bit his lip as he pushed back against the intrusion.

“Ah, ah,” she scolded with a smirk. “Hold still.” She let her fingers massage his sweet spot again before withdrawing them altogether, moving to grab the strap on. “Now I’m not sure you’ve earned this…hmm, how badly do you want this?”

She put on the straps, fastening them as she waited to hear him beg, coating the sex toy in a generous amount of lubrication.

“Please, mi amor,” he whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s all you’ve got? You must not want it that badly then,” she mused, spreading lube over his hole as well, pressing the tip of the toy right against his entrance but not moving.

“No, I do, I do…please!” he replied a little more enthusiastically, rocking back against the toy.

She gave a hard smack to his ass, earning a loud moan from him. “What did I say about holding still? Hmm?” She laced her fingers in his hair, tugging it back hard. “Who’s in charge?”

“Oh God, you are, Roxie!” he answered.

“That’s right Rafi, I am. And what do you need from me right now?”

“I need you to fuck me hard, please!”

“Good boy,” she whispered and slowly eased herself into him, leaning forward and biting his shoulder hard, growling a bit. “So good for me.”

He groaned, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fully appreciate the burning stretch the toy created at his back door.

She waited, moving in him inch by inch until she was fully inside of him, biting her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and blushed. She enjoyed this, more than she’d ever admit.

When Rafael started to squirm, she started moving at a steady pace, only thrusting about half of the toy inside of him over and over, catching him off guard as she thrusted the entire member into him, brushing his prostate again.

He moaned loudly, arms trembling as he fought against the overwhelming urge to rock back against her. His breath came in shallow, heavy pants, eyes still closed. His cock twitched in need as more precum leaked from the small opening on the tip, and he enjoyed being denied stimulation there for the time being. A sheen of sweat began to form along his hairline, his entire body on fire, skin flushed, and he couldn’t help the strangled words that tumbled from his lips despite her instructions not to speak. He almost wanted the punishment she had promised for disobeying.

“More.”

She smirked, stopping the motions as she carefully pulled out. “Oh honey,” she cooed and pulled back from him altogether. He whimpered, trying to follow her movements. “We were having such a nice day. Now I have to punish you.”  

He groaned at the loss of the toy and looked over his shoulder at her with pleading eyes.

“You were being such good boy,” she said softly before moving her hand over his ass, smoothing her fingers down his skin before smacking his ass hard.

Her hand was surprisingly powerful for how tiny she was. She smacked his skin, once, twice and three times before kissing the slightly pink skin.

“Now darling, I’m not sure you deserve to come anymore…”

He gave a sound that could only be described as a disappointed and regretful sob, hanging his head down between his shoulders.

She spanked him again a third and fourth time before moving around to cup his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Tell me how sorry you are,” she whispered.

“I am, I’m sorry,” he replied, still panting.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” she purred against his ear. He groaned in frustration, moving back against her.

Her fingers massaged the flesh of his ass while she hummed.

She seemed to tense a bit. “You are going to stay right here, until I return. If you move, I will not let you come tonight. Are we clear?”

“Y-yes,” he whispered, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his fists against the sheets.

She stood up and hurried to the bathroom, kneeling down just in time to throw up.

She wiped her mouth, making a face and moving to brush her teeth, following up with mouthwash and a scowl.

Upon hearing her throw up, he frowned as the guilt washed over him. There was no time for him to be selfish. No time for him to feel sorry for himself or pay attention to his own defeat. His wife needed him more. Beginning to soften, he waited for her to come back so he could implement their safe word. He would at the very least wait for her to be in the room again, let her believe he just couldn’t take anymore to spare her any culpability.

When she returned she moved to him and frowned, already knowing what he was going to say by his face. “Don’t,” she whispered. “I need this as much as you, so unless you really need to stop,” she begged.

“You’re not feeling well, I don’t get be selfish when you’re carrying my baby,” he replied, looking over at her. “I love you, Roxie. You’re more important to me than anything else. Anything else, do you understand?”

“I know, and you have been perfect to me, I want this. I want to do this for you, please let me,” she begged.

He took a moment before he nodded his head and turned onto his back. “Like this…please?”

She nodded, looking him over as she moved to line herself back up with his only entrance and kiss him deeply. “Rafael, I love you. You can be selfish with me, I want you to be. Trust me that if I can’t give you something, I won’t do it. So let me make the call on what I can handle.”

He nodded his head, kissing her again and trailing a hand down her spine, pressing his palm against her lower back before he laid back and let her have control again.

“I love you so much,” he whispered against her mouth.

She smiled and nodded, kissing him as she pushed in, slowly resuming her pace as she kissed him, hot and hungry. He groaned deeply, returning her kiss.

“I love you too, always,” she whispered.

He whimpered, wrapping his legs around her waist and taking her hand, placing it over his half mast cock.

She smirked and started to stroke him in time with her thrusts, kissing him again as she whispered against his lips.

“Do you like this Rafi? When I’m fucking you? I may not always be the best as taking control but I know you’re mine. You don’t belong to anyone but me. Right papi?” She angled her thrusts, hitting his prostate over and over as she growled. “Answer me,” she ordered.

He groaned, nodding his head and reaching for her ass, pulling her into him. “I love when you fuck me,” he whispered.

She thrusted in harder, kissing him as she bit his shoulder. “You’re so sexy Rafi,” she whispered, still fucking into him. “I love how you look when I’m fucking you, when you’re close for me, papi. I wanna watch you come,” she whispered and pressed her nose against his, smiling at him softly. “I love you so much,” she mumbled.

“I love you too, fuck me harder,” he groaned. “And angle up–yeah, right there. Fuck me, hard. I can take it, come on,” he whispered.

She followed his instructions now, pounding into him at a brutal pace, angling up just the way he wanted as she groaned and kissed his skin, “You like that papi? So perfect.”

He moaned loudly, eyes shut tight as he tilted his head back and took everything she gave. One of his hands moved to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts.

“Oh fuck yeah, harder,” he begged.

She obeyed, trying to go as hard as she could without hurting him, moving her hand down to replace his as she stroked him over and over.. His cock twitched and throbbed in her hand as he came hard over his stomach.

“Don’t stop, keep fucking me,” he growled as he trembled and arching his back. “Oh yeah, you feel so good inside me, Roxie…”

She kept going, kissing him hard and hit as she moved to hook his legs over her shoulders, drilling into him as best as she could. His cock would stop throbbing, jumping as his body continued to shiver and his moans made his throat raw.

“Okay, slow to a stop and just stay inside me,” he whispered, hands gripping her hips. “Actually, sit on my face, I wanna make you come,” he purred.

She giggled, slowly pulling out of him and unstrapping herself. She moved to him, curling up against his body and smiling.

“Can you just hold me?” she asked softly as she turned his face to kiss him softly. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, his hand moving to drag his fingertips up and down his cock, still blissfully sensitive from his orgasm. “Thank you,” he whispered.

She smiled, kissing his skin and moving her own fingers over to his cock, matching his pace as she ran them over his skin.

“Anytime love.”

Once her husband was asleep, Roxie had to get up, leaving him a note that she needed fresh air before moving outside of their apartment. She couldn’t think about anything else other than this case, not that she’d ever let Rafael know that.

As she hailed a cab, resting a hand on her stomach she decided to make a poor decision.

She gave the driver Abby’s address, deciding they needed to have a talk. People could be reasoned with, Roxie had learned in her lifetime that some things could be talked out, or even paid off. Though she hated the idea of paying a woman off for a lie, she’d do nearly anything to keep Rafael from going through this any longer.

She moved up into the apartment building and up to Abby’s floor, knocking on the door. Suddenly aware of the fact that she should have brought herself backup.

Abby opened the door, a brow arching in amusement.

“Mrs Barba? What are you doing here?”

Roxie frowned. “What are you doing?” She could barely control her anger.

“I assure you, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Does Rafael know you’re here?”

“You do not get to use his first name, bitch,” Roxie hissed. “What? You couldn’t get my husband to fall for your charm so you decided to ruin him instead? What do you want? Why are you doing this?”

Abby looked her over and rolled her eyes. “You think this is about Rafael rejecting me? Even if that were true, which it isn’t. I would never be interested in a man like him. He’s a bad man, he came onto me and when I didn’t comply he continued to harass me.” Abby smirked and leaned in close. “The only reason he didn’t do the same to you is because you didn’t fight him. I don’t know how people take care of this in Ireland or wherever you’re from, but in America what your husband did was a crime. If you want to pass along a message, you can tell him that I find him repulsive and I hope he never works another day in this state as long as he lives.”

Roxie was actually trembling with rage, fists clenched.

“Are you going to hit me, Mrs. Barba? It’s already so horrible that you would come here to threaten me on your husband’s account… but to then continue to harass me? I’m going to have to tell Lieutenant Benson about this,” she said with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing. “I suggest you go home, you wouldn’t want to cause any more trouble than your husband already has.”

“Lieutenant Benson knows my husband better than you think. She’s the last person who would believe your cock up of a story,” Roxie replied. “Your parents must be so proud to have a daughter who needs to ruin the lives of other, more successful, people in order to get ahead. I pity you really.”

“Don’t pity me for long sweetheart. Do you think word of your pervert husband will affect your bakery?” She smirked. “Let’s find out.”

“Do you really think that people are going to believe you over Rafael? His colleagues know him much better than that, darling. Your lies will be fully exposed soon enough, then you will not only lose your job, but your dignity as well. Though I’m beginning to suspect you never had very much of that,” Roxie answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know what they say honey, once your name’s been dragged through the mud, you can wash it all you want, but it’ll still leave dirt.”

“What do you think will happen to your name when the truth comes out, darling?” Roxie asked calmly. “I’d wager no one would hire you if they were paid to.”

Abby smirked. “When we’re done here, I won’t need to work a day in my life.”

Roxie tensed, immediately noticing the phrasing. We’re. Was that including her? Or was it Abby and someone else? She felt her stomach twist as she shook her head, she needed to go back home.

You hurriedly had gotten the kids fed and in bed, Nevada had insisted that you wear a buttplug the entire day, and you’d been squirming all day. You were desperate to come, your body was like a livewire, just as he’d promised it would be, and you had purposely avoided the teacher’s lounge in fear that even a simple touch on the shoulder would be your undoing.

Nevada certainly hadn’t helped things with sending text messages throughout the day, asking you if your knees were trembling yet, or if your nipples were hard or if you’d been tempted to touch yourself even just a little. You hadn’t.

As the door opened, you bit your bottom lip, turning in time to see your husband walking towards you. The look in his eyes could only be compared to a lion getting ready to devour his prey.

“How was your day?” he asked, coming to stand directly behind you as the backs of his fingers grazed over your shoulder.

You felt she shiver all the way down to your center, closing your eyes, lips parted as you tried to think of a response, you couldn’t.

“You can’t stop thinking about how bad you want my cock inside you, can you, kitten?” he purred against your ear.

You shook your head weakly. “No, daddy. I’ve been good all day, please,” you begged.

He hummed around a smirk, cupping your face and pushing his thumb into your mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against your neck.

You quirked a brow. “Ith I outh o-en?” Your tongue brushed against his thumb to make your point that it wasn’t easy to talk like this.

“You sassing me?” he asked with a smirk, pulling his thumb out from your mouth and grazing his fingertips down the length of your stomach.

“No daddy, I just want you to hear me when I tell you that I want you to fuck my pussy and my ass till I can’t sit down for weeks,” you purred.

“You want me to fuck your pussy and your ass?” he asked in amusement. “Greedy little kitten, aren’t you?”

“I want you to fuck me everywhere you can, daddy,” you said softly. “You can start with my mouth if you want.”

“Where are the kids?”

“Asleep,” you said softly, legs trembling as you looked at him. “Please,” you begged. “I need you.”

“Get upstairs and take off your clothes,” he purred, giving your bottom a hard slap.

You nodded as you moved to the bedroom, stripping and waiting eagerly for your husband to arrive. You felt your heart pounding as you shifted, plug still settled inside of you, making you occasionally moan.

When Nevada came in, he immediately grabbed the bondage, pushing you onto your back and tying your wrists to the head board. Reaching between your legs, he slowly and carefully pulled the plug out, smirking when you squirmed and whimpered.

“Hmm,” he hummed, dragging his fingertips along your inner thigh. “You want me to make you come?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” you said breathlessly. “I’ve been so good for you.”

“Have you?”

You nodded. “I did everything you said, I’ll do anything you want, daddy. I just wanna please you.”

He held your gaze for a moment before he got onto the bed, pushing your knees apart and bending to lick up your slit.

“So wet for me,” he purred, licking at your sex. “Daddy’s gonna make you come till you pass out.”

Your whole body jerked upwards towards his mouth as you whined. “Yes, please,” you begged. “I want that so badly, daddy.”

You squirmed against the restraints, wanting more from him, wanting to touch him. He made good on his promise, licking and sucking on your clit, but keeping his hands on your hips, holding you to him.

You whined, panting hard as you tried to move closer. “Please,” you whispered and arched a bit. “More, daddy, I need more. I need you to fuck me.” Your body was long past being able to satisfy with oral, your whole being ached for him to be inside of you, fucking you, possessing you, owning you in that moment.

“You want me to fuck you, you’re better come for me like this,” he growled, flicking his tongue over your opening.

You tugged against the restraints again, moaning as you nodded, trying to focus yourself into an orgasm. You were so pent up you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t come soon. The anxiety of needing an orgasm was eating at you. You arched a bit more against his mouth, needing something, anything inside of you.

He ate you like a man starved, squeezing your hips and sucking your clit hard. His emerald stare was fixed on you, watching you squirm and arch against him.

When you came, it was hard, toes curling as you whimpered. But it barely took the edge off, if anything you made you more desperate for him.

“Please,” you begged, voice cracking with the threat of tears if he didn’t touch you more.

“Good girl,” he purred, getting to his knees on the bed and unzipping his pants to pull himself out. He teases you by moving his hardon over your slit, wetting the underside of his organ before he pressed against your opening, not quite penetrating. “Beg for it,” he whispered.

“Please, daddy, please. Give me your cock, I’ll do anything for it. Por favor, te necesito,” you said as you felt your breathing speed up. “I’ll do anything for it.”

Pushing inside you, he smirked at the moan that exploded from your throat, and the way you arched your back, legs automatically circling his waist to keep him there.

You whimpered, looking up at him and tugging on the restraints. “I wanna touch you,” you whispered.

He simply shook his head, pulling at your ankles until your calves were resting on his chest, and beginning to move against you, hard.

You whimpered and moaned, pushing back up against him. “I want to touch you,” you pleaded again.

“I heard you the first time,” he replied, moving harder against you.

Your eyes closed as you moaned loudly, it felt incredible. You couldn’t deny that. But you felt so distant from him, it was almost suffocating you.

Moving faster inside you, he grunted softly, hands moving to the tops of your thighs to gain more leverage.

You arched a bit, gasping when his cock hit your sweet spot. “There!”

“Right there?” he asked, hitting the spot over and over.

You nodded, panting. “Yes, yes more please!” Your body tensed as you felt your second orgasm coming close. “I’m gonna…” you trailed off into another moan.

“Come,” he growled, his flesh smacking yours as he pounded into you.

You followed his command, body trembling as your orgasm hit. His hips didn’t let up still moving against you at a bruising pace before he gradually slowed his thrusts, letting you come down. After a few moments, he began to move again, slower and gentler this time, building you back up gradually.

You whined, body still sensitive as you weren’t sure whether to arch towards or away from him. Breathing coming in ragged, you turned your face to try and wipe the sweat off your forehead.

“I want another one from you,” he purred, reaching up to pinch your nipples as your legs fell to either side of him.

“I can’t,” you panted out. You could, your whole body knew you could, even if you didn’t.

“Can’t or won’t?” he asked.

You didn’t answer, just rocked your hips upwards and bit your bottom lip.

His hand came down hard against your ass. “I asked you a question!”

“Won’t, can't… I don’t know,” you answered in a ramble.

He stopped moving after a moment, shrugging and pulling out. “Okay,” he replied, going to grab a knife to cut the rope from your wrists. Massaging some of the feeling back into your fingers before he stashed his knife away and tossed the ropes over the side of the bed.

He tucked his erection back into his jeans, and moved to lay down. If he knew you as well as he thought he did, you would almost certainly need to drape yourself over him for a while.

“Wait what?” You blinked a few times. “No, no,” you frowned, brain still fogged with lust. “I want more, I was just messing around.”

He arched a brow at you. “Messing around? You were messing around,” he repeated.

“I wasn’t serious, I was…ya know.” You frowned. “Of course I wanted you more. It kinda…caught me off guard that you stopped,” you said honestly. “I wanted you to come in me.”

He shrugged again. “What, am I not ever supposed to take you serious then?” he asked.

“That’s not what I mean,” you said softly. You rubbed a hand over your face and sighed. “Nevermind, I ruined the mood, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, still looking up at you.

You leaned over and kissed him softly. “You want me to take care of you?” you asked as you kissed his neck.

“Nah, you’re fine,” he answered.

You nodded and moved back, moving to grab your underpants and tug them on. He watched you for a minute, not saying a word.

You looked to him with a quirked brow. “I’m gonna get a beer,” you said as you tugged on your shirt. “Want one?”

He snorted, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

You moved down to the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and yourself before moving to get your paperwork for school you needed to finish.

As you made your way upstairs, you heard tiny footsteps and smiled when you noticed Fiona playing in her room.

“What are you doing baby? It’s bedtime.”

“No sleep,” she mumbled as she turned back to her toys. You picked her up and giggled. “How about you and I watch some tv until you go back to sleep, okay?”

Fiona made a face at you and shook her head, pointing to her toys. “Play.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Alright, lemme give something to your dad and we can play for ten minutes.”

You moved back into the bedroom and tossed him the beer, grabbing your pants. “The night owl has decided it’s time to play.” It wasn’t a new problem, Fiona never seemed to be tired. Not that she caused trouble or woke the others up, she just wanted to quietly play with her things.

“So you’re letting her play?” he asked. “It’s almost ten o’clock, she’s gonna be tired at school tomorrow.”

“I told her she gets ten minutes, then I’m putting her to bed.”

His brows bounced as he twisted open the beer and took a generous swig. “Okay.”

You opened your mouth to speak for a moment then decided against it, moving back to the bedroom with Fiona.

“Hey you,” you whispered to your daughter with a tired smile. “Can mommy play too?”