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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Religious Corruption: The Path to Righteousness

Professor!Dave York x Virgin!F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 19.4k

Warnings: Religion kink, corruption kink, innocence kink, age gap, unbalanced power dynamic, grooming (?), professor/student relationship, blasphemy, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, feelings, sex toys, nipple clamps, overstimulation, cock rings, multiple orgasms, breath play, gagging, mentions of safe words/procedures, derogatory language, arguments, disownment

Comments: Dave discovers that he allows you more leeway that anyone else, letting you stay with him and dictate things. Making him wonder why as your own feelings for him become obvious.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

!!Additional Warnings!! - There are themes in this fic that might be disturbing to some. Religion/Power Dynamics/Age Gap - consume at your own risk.

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The rhythmic humming from the radio made you tap your feet, slightly swaying your hips as you stared down at the recipe book in front of you. Dave had texted you just before your bible study session and asked if you wanted to stay at his for the weekend and of course you immediately responded yes and asked if you could cook for him and now a few hours later here you are, obsessing over a carbonara recipe you’ve made dozens of times.

He’s sitting in the corner of the room, going through a small stack of marking that he had said he wanted to do this evening so the whole weekend could be spent with you.

Looking up from a paper, Dave smirks as he watches you dance by yourself in his kitchen as you cook. You’ve gotten comfortable here, since you spend a lot of time here with him. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Sorry,” you say with a giggle, “I didn’t mean to distract you.” You move around his kitchen with ease, already aware of where everything lives and you pull out a pot and fill it up with water ready for the pasta.

“Sure you didn’t.” He snorts and smirks at you before looking back down at his papers. “You aren’t hoping one of these papers are yours and I give you a high mark because you’re shaking your ass in front of me.”

“Will that work?” You say, as you start working on the sauce. “Can I fuck my way to an A?”

“Depends on how you want to fuck me to that A.” Dave jokes as he looks up again and grins.

“How would you want me to?” You feel your face heat up a little as you ask, but you can’t deny your confidence has grown since losing your virginity.

“Nasty.” He chuckles. “The dirtiest, filthiest sex you can imagine, sweetheart. Tell me what you’d do.”

“Oh,” you say, before thinking about it. “I would ride you, in your office. During office hours and then drip your cum as you lecture us about virtue and making good choices.”

He smirks and waggles his brows. “I can make that happen. No panties. You smear my cum on your seat like the dirty little whore you are.”

“A dirty little whore?” You say as you raise an eyebrow, “Now, who turned me into one of those? And tell me… what’s the filthiest sex you can imagine?”

He chuckles and eyes you with dark eyes. “Do you really want to know?” He asks softly.

“I do.” You break the pasta and dump it in the salted and now boiling water before turning your full attention back to him. “Tell me.”

“Bending you over that table, spitting on your little puckered hole and pressing my thumb inside while I just wreck your sweet little pussy and fill it full of my cum.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, “Do we have time before the pasta cooks?” Your body reacts visibly to his words and you know he can see your breath hitch as you think about what he said, eyes darting over to the kitchen table as the image starts to play out in your head.

“Do you think I would hurt you?” He asks, frowning slightly at the idea.

“No,” you admit honestly, “No one has ever touched me there before though.” You know he already knows this, he’s the only person to have ever touched you… to have kissed you. “I like being overwhelmed by you.”

“You know you can say no, right?” He tosses his pen down and stands, already half hard from the idea of debauching you even more. “Anytime.”

“I know. But I also know that I don’t want to say no to you.”

“Take your panties off and bend over the island.” Dave orders, voice rough and laced with lust.

“Kiss me first,” you say, each word dripping with an obvious desperation to feel his lips against yours. “Please.”

He moves over to you, aware that he should deny you, show you who is in charge. Aware that there’s been a slight shift in the way he deals with the girls he fucks. Pushing it out of his mind, he drags you close and immediately plunders your mouth ruthlessly in a hot kiss.

You smile against his mouth, unable to stop yourself as he shoves his tongue into yours. It’s not a long kiss but it’s enough to leave you breathless, the kind of kiss that has your lips tingling afterwards. The second he pulls back you’re obeying his order, hitching up your dress and pulling down your panties.

“You should just shed your panties at the door.” He chuckles, turning you around and squeezing your ass with both hands.

“You’d just add them to your rapidly growing collection and I’ve got to keep some,” you giggle, before gasping at his deliciously rough treatment of you. “Something tells me that you wouldn’t be happy knowing I'm sitting in Mr. Redgraves lectures without any panties on.”

“Fuck that asshole.” Dave slaps your ass and shakes his head. “Better yet, don’t fuck him, you only fuck me. No one else.” He growls possessively, surprising even himself from the ferocity of his tone.

“You’re the only person I want to fuck, only person that’s ever touched me,” you say as you start to drip down your legs, loving how rough he’s being. “I’m all yours, Dave. Just yours.”

He’s never been a possessive man, not with the girls that he’s chosen to corrupt. Using them until he’s done with them and then cutting them loose is his routine. But the idea of someone else touching you pisses him off. “Good.” He kicks your feet wide and presses your breasts against the marble of the counter.

You let him mould your body into position, wondering if he’ll say anything about the way you’ve soaked your thighs from the anticipation of his touch alone. “I belong to you,” you whisper, listening as he unbuckles his belt, “Just you.”

“Good girl.” He hums. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you say with a breathy moan, “Yours.”

“You should be on your knees in church.” He grunts. “But you’d rather be on your knees for me.”

You groan as he starts to push inside of you, enamoured by the way overwhelms you in the most delicious way. “Yes, Dave,” you moan, “I’d commit every sin to please you, suck your cock during service... I’d do anything.”

“Might have to do that.” He groans, imagining your mouth around his cock while the priest drones on. He twitches inside you.

“Please,” you beg, moaning as your walls tightly hug his twitching cock. “Fuck me, Dave, I wanna feel you leak out of me as I finish cooking your dinner.”

His answer is to do exactly what he told you he would do. He spreads your cheeks apart so he can spit on your other hole. Watching is slide down and hums in satisfaction.

“Ohh Dave,” you gasp, as he spits on your tightest hole. Your pussy clamping down hard around him at his filthy little action, “Fuck.”

His thumb swipes through the spit and he starts to massage your sphincter. “Fuck, you like this?” He asks, starting to rock his hips.

Words fail you as he pushes up against that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, “L-love it.”

Humming, he presses a little harder as he massages your hole, watching your cheeks try to flutter but his other hand holds them apart. “Yeah?” He groans. “Filthy thing.”

“Lie to me,” you beg, as he drives himself in and out of your cunt with vigour, playing with your puckered hole and making you come apart on his kitchen table, “Tell me you’re mine too.”

“I’m yours.” He groans, the words slipping out of his mouth easier than they should have. “All yours, baby, fuck, I’m all yours.” He promises, breaching your hole and feeling the tight ring of muscles suck him in.

You cum devastatingly hard at his words, clamping down around him so tightly that his rhythm slips and he stutters behind you. The feeling of his thumb inside of your tight little hole a little sore but you find yourself like the way it feels. Loving that he’s the only person to have touched you everywhere and content on letting him continue to take you however he pleases. “All mine,” you pant, “Fill up my little pussy, it belongs to you anyway.”

“Shit.” He hisses, clenching his teeth and he starts to rail you. Ramming your hips into the counter as he fucks into you just as hard and as deep as he can. Keeping his thumb buried in your ass and enjoying how much tighter is makes your already tight pussy feels. “My pussy, my fucking cunt, my little whore.” He babbles as he fucks you.

“Yours,” you chant over and over, as he keeps his promise and he wrecks you. Every slam of his hips designed to split you open, to make you feel nothing but him for long after he’s pulled out of you. “Only yours.”

He knows the pasta is boiling and he needs to let you get back to cooking, but he’s not stopping until your cunt has milked him dry and you’ve screamed his name. “Mine.” He snarls.

It takes you by surprise as you’re coming apart around him again, the possessive tone in which he claims you as his throwing you over that edge as he doubles down on his thrusts. Fucking you rougher than the previous times, slamming the air from your lungs and clearing your head of any thoughts that aren’t of him.

You don’t scream, but he feels you cum and it’s good enough. Another four or five thrusts has him pushing deep, groaning your name and filling your pussy full, just like you had wanted. Grinding deep while he spills inside you.

You love it. You love the way his cock throbs as it releases rope after rope of cum. You love the way your pussy sucks around him and greedily pulls him back in when he rolls his hips. You love the filth he spits down at you as pleasure rips through him and you love the way your bodies seem to fit each others perfectly. “You’re all mine,” you mumble quietly, unsure if he’d be able to hear it over the grunts and groans he’s still spilling out of his lips.

Dave continues to grind into you until every drop of his cum pumps inside you and then he stills. Looking down and admiring the filthy scene, he enjoys the way you moan quietly when he moves his thumb inside you and twitches in response. “Nasty enough for you, little girl?” He asks with a low groan.

“Yes,” you murmur into the marble counter, slumped over in pure bliss. “You are amazing.”

He stays like that for another moment, admiring the view and his hand slides from your butt cheeks to caress your side gently.

“Gonna fall asleep like this if I don’t move soon ,” you say with a giggle, “Let me cook for you.”

“I guess.” He huffs playfully and starts to slowly pull his thumb out of you and the pulls out of you to watch his cum drip for a moment.

You feel his eyes on you, the soft grunts he makes as he stares at your exposed core makes you flutter around nothing. “Dave,” you say softly.

“Hmmmm?” He tears his eyes away and pulls back, turning you around and kissing you once more.

“I really like staying here with you,” you say before pushing your lips back against his and then taking a step back. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“I like you being here too.” It’s true, he likes having you tinker around his house, cooking or just dancing around while you are supposed to be working on your studies.

You smile at his unexpected admission, honestly thinking he’d make a remark that would have you rolling your eyes or he’d just slap your ass. You stir the pasta and turn up the heat, glad to see it hasn’t stuck to the pan and you start heating up the sauce. “How much more marking do you have left?”

“Not too much.” Dave tucks his cock back into his pants and moves over to wash his hands in the sink. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the weekend.” He should take you back to your dorm, but he doesn’t want to. Rather have you here with him.

“That sounds perfect… What do you have planned for me Professor?” You wink before stirring the sauce.

Smirking, he leans against the counter and watches you as you continue to make dinner. It’s interesting how at home you feel in his house, how comfortable he feels with you here. Just last weekend you had found a chair that you had said would be perfect for you to sit in and read while he graded papers. He hadn’t bought it, but it was tempting. “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you. Maybe a lesson in patience.”

“And what if I don’t want to be taught a lesson in patience?”A smile spreads across your face as you turn to look at him, your heart fluttering as you take him in.

“Then I’m going to spank your ass while you are warming my cock.” Dave tells you, lifting a brow.

“You make promises like that and I'm definitely going to burn your dinner,” you say before wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really really mean it when I say I love being here with you.”

“Finish dinner.” Dave pats your ass, unable to admit that he would want you here all the time if it wouldn’t be suspicious. He kisses you quickly and smirks. “Otherwise we won’t eat.”

“Trust me… You’ll be eating,” you say with a grin, surprised at how confident you’re being.

“You think I’m going to eat your pussy?” Dave asks. “Maybe I should give a lecture on it one day? How to Biblically eat pussy.”

“I know you are,” you say as you start to drain the pasta. “And no, I don’t need to see Deandra throw herself at you any harder than she already does.”

He chuckles, amused by your jealousy. He would have never chosen Deandra for his class pet, simply because of his she throws herself at him. “Jealousy is a sin.” He warns playfully.

“Shut up. I’m not jealous,” you say, a little annoyed at just the thought of her digging her nails into him. “Do you want extra cheese?”

“Hmm huh.” He’s doubtful of that, but he doesn’t comment further. “Please.”

You giggle a little at the expression on his face that clearly reads him not believing you, before dishing out his meal with an extra sprinkling of cheese. “Eat up, old man.”

“Old man.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “How often are you the one passed out before me?”

“Shut up,” you repeat with a louder giggle. “Can’t help that you insist on fucking me into a coma.”

“Would you rather I not fuck you into a coma?” He asks with a smirk.

“You already know the answer to that,” you say before taking a large bite of your dinner.

“Considering you want me to fuck you all the time, I say that you like it.” He’s proud of that, winking at you.

“What can I say, I like being near you,” you say with a cute scrunch of your nose. “I have a question for you.”

“What’s that?” You are a good cook, made even better by the ability to do what you want. He takes a large bite of his meal and groans happily.

“What is something I can do for you?” You ask a little timidly, “Something you’ve always wanted but never done.”

Dave chews slowly and contemplates that as he eats. Watching you watch him, those doe innocent eyes hopeful and eager to please. “Suck my cock while I eat, while I work.” He decides. “While you have a toy buzzing away inside you.”

“I don’t have any toys,” you say a little worried you’ll disappoint him, “I can’t have anything like that in my dorm… If they find it they’ll tell my parents.”

“I’ll buy you a toy,” Dave decides. “We’ll go after we eat.”

“Okay.” You take a few more bites of your food, a little bit of anxiety building up in your stomach as you do so. “Thank you.”

“Do you like the idea of a toy?” He asks, noticing that you seem a little uneasy.

“Yes,” you admit, “I’ve never been shopping for one before, so i’m a little clueless. I don’t want something as big as you. I like it when you’re the one to stretch me like that.”

“We won’t get you anything you don’t like.” He promises. “We can take our time and find some for you to use in the dorm too. I’ll call you and listen to you use it.”

“Dirty,” you tease before finishing up your dinner, “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Do you want to clean up and then we will go?” Dave asks.

“Yes sir,” you say with a wink. Taking both of your plates over to the counter and beginning to load them into the dishwasher.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at you fondly.

You finish loading the dishwasher with a big smile on your face, “You ready?”

“Food put away?” He asks, finishing his last papers and standing up to walk over to you.

“Yeah, all done.” The counter is gleaming and everything has been put away in the refrigerator. “Just waiting on you.”

“Waiting on me?” He snags the keys and his wallet out of the drawer he sets them in and smirks. “Let’s go buy you toys.”

The car ride isn’t terribly long, and he lets you quiz him on some parts of his life that he’s kept secret thus far and you decide not to pry anymore. Instead you reach over and rest your hand on his thigh, giving it the occasional squeeze as you listen to the music.

He takes you to a store that is a little farther away so there is less of a chance of running into someone you know. The sign is discreet and he smirks once he parks. “I know it doesn’t look like a toy shop, but it is.”

“The windows are grayed out? Are you sure it’s occupied?” You ask, clearly puzzled.

“It’s so people can’t see the scandalous items inside.” He chuckles and opens his door to step out of the car.

“Oh.” Following his lead you step out of the car and walk over to him. Nerves floating around your tummy as you approach the store. “Some might think you’d enjoy corrupting me, Dave.”

“Figured it out, huh?” He means it as a joke and knows you will take it as one.

“Mhmm,” you giggle, before pressing a very quick kiss to the tip of his shoulder.

He guides you into the store and stops just inside the door to watch your reaction.

Your eyes widen as you look around the room, and your hand finds his. You entangle your fingers and squeeze hard before taking a step forward.

“It’s okay. I’m here with you.” He promises. “We can go look at whatever you want to.”

You take a few more steps, eyes scanning the shelves before something catches your eyes. Two small clamps with a matching chain.

He hums as he watches you step towards a display before you stop yourself. “Nipple clamps?” He asks with a smirk. “Those would be good.”

You pick them up and test the weight in your hands, before looking back at him and nodding. “These.”

“I want you to wear these one day to class.” He tells you, taking the clamps from to hold onto.

You raise an eyebrow at him and giggle, “Whatever you want. What should we look at? What are you thinking?”

“I want to get you a lipstick vibrator and a dildo.”

“Okay,” you say before biting down on your lip, “Lead the way.”

He looks around at the signs and guides you towards the vibrators first. Wanting your opinion on the small, discreet options for you to take home. He might even get one to use on you at his house too.

“They do room checks,” you say quietly, “If they find something, anything, they’ll inform my parents. I need it to be small.”

“Like this?” He points out a vibrator that is the size of a lipstick tube and looks like it up close.

You pick it up and a smile immediately spreads across your face, “Ye-yeah, I like this one.”

“Then that’s the one you will take back to your dorm.” He hums. “And pick out one for the house.”

“You want me to pick one?” You say, a little surprised. Your eyes scan over the selection, avoiding the ones that look big enough the rip you open and you settle on a small glass pinkish dildo. “I like this one.”

“You want glass? It won’t be flexible.” He cautions as he picks it up and feels the weight and shape of it.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scramble, feeling a little embarrassed. “Maybe you should pick.”

“No,” he shakes his head and hands the dildo to you. “It should be what you want. If you want glass, that’s fine. There’s no wrong answer.”

“It’s not as big as you,” you say quickly, “You’re thicker and longer and I like the real thing. I want something that’ll leave me wanting you even more.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed at your own admission.

He smirks at your confession and nods. “Then let’s look over here at these.” He doesn’t let you put the other dildo up, he wants you to compare them. “How about this?”

“Silicone Rabbit?” You ask, “Oh, so it moves?”

“Yes it does. Vibrates and moves.”

You gently nuzzle your face into the top of his arm and nod a few times, “Okay babe. Let’s try that one then.”

“Why are you being so shy?” Dave chuckles and shakes his head, even though he loves it. “You will have fun when I’m making you cum with these.”

You nuzzle your face into his arm again and giggle, “Daaaaave, we need to get you something.”

“What do you want to get me?” His brow raises in interest, wondering where your mind is going.

You shrug before taking a few steps, looking at everything you occasionally stopping to pick something up before popping it back down. “This looks good,” you say with a grin, passing him the small box containing a vibrating cock ring. “I think a sex swing is a little too much for my first visit here.”

“A cock ring?” He snorts and holds it up. If it weren’t for your shy grin, he would immediately say no. “Do you know what this does?” He asks.

“No,” you admit, trying not to show him that you’re a little defeated by his reaction. “I thought it would make you feel good.”

“It will make me feel good, baby girl.” He coos quietly, leaning in to whisper into your ear. “A cock ring makes it harder to cum because it restricts blood flow. I can fuck you longer with it on. Do you want that? Me to really wreck your little pussy?”

“Yes,” you say, feeling your panties dampen at the thought of it. “God, I need it. Do you want that?”

“Yes I do.” He chuckles. “We will save it for next weekend.” He decides. “Because you will need two days to recover.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, before rocking up on your tiptoes and kissing his lips, “I really like being yours.”

“You do, huh?” He smirks and shakes his head. “If your priest could see you right now, he would be very disappointed.”

“I’ll make sure I spend a little extra time on my knees to make up for it,” you giggle, before pulling him towards the cashier.

“Nothing else? Edible panties?” He waggles his brows at you playfully.

“Not this time, babe.” You say testing out the term of the endearment for the second time and seeing how he responds to it. “Let’s get back to your place and I might let you fuck me again.”

“Might let me?” He growls, frowning at you.

“Might.” You reply playfully before adorably scrunching up you nose and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Definitely.”

“Good girl.” Dave pats your ass as the two of you walk towards the registers.

“Good evening, sir” the girl behind the desk greets Dave with, completely ignoring your existence. “Did you find everything you were looking for or do you need any assistance?”

“Found everything we need.” He smirks and sets the four items down on the counter. “Thank you though.”

Feeling a little jealous, you press yourself up against his side and rest your head on his shoulder, a display that you’re unsure Dave will be happy about but figuring the punishment will involve something that’ll have you dripping arousal down your thighs.

He hums when he feels you snuggle up to him, amused by the possessiveness he sees in your actions. “We’re planning on having a very good evening.” He chuckles, nodding to the purchases. “Why don’t you go pick out a flavored lube, baby girl?”

“Banana,” you say almost immediately, not wanting to move from him. “You have some over there right?” Pointing towards the stash behind the counter.

The girl frowns and turns around to grab the lube and slaps it down on the counter in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say with a smirk.

“Cash or credit?” She scoffs, and you begin to reach into your handbag, “Cash.”

Dave reaches out and stops you, shaking his head. “I’ll pay for it.” He tells you, not wanting you to pay for these toys. “Put your money away, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to pay babe,” you say with a shake of your head, but he’s swiping his card before you can stop him. “Thank you.”

“Of course I’m paying.” He snorts, “I want to pay.”

“Thank you,” you repeat again with a genuine smile.

****

“I don’t remember the last time someone bought me a gift that wasn’t a bible or something to pray with,” you hum as you look through the bag. Testing the weight of the clamps again. “No wait, I do! Aunt Joy. My moms sister - I met her once when I was eight, she travelled from Australia and she bought me a ‘Beach Babe Barbie’ and I absolutely loved her.” You say with a smile, thinking fondly back on the memory. “She had two bathing suits, a regular outfit and came with sunglasses and a beach ball. The day after Aunt Joy went home, barbie was sent packing too.”

“You want me to buy you a Barbie?” He asks, lifting a brow playfully. He would buy you one too, just to see you smile happily.

“No,” you say with a shake of your head and another smile. “But thank you. And thank you for this… I feel like how a person is supposed to feel on Christmas or their birthday. I know you’ll be enjoying them as much as me, but… just thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He promises, letting you hold the bag and guiding you out of the store. “I’ll even let you put the cock ring on me.”

“You’re so romantic, did you know what?” You laugh, as you tighten your grip on his hand. Feeling an odd weight being lifted off your shoulders after revealing things about your past that no one else knew. “Take me home, babe, you can play with the chain on the clamps while you eat my pussy.”

“Now who’s being romantic.” He snorts, opening the door for you and waiting for you to climb into the car.

Instead of climbing into the car, you seize the opportunity and slam your lips against his. Kissing him hard and a little bit messy as you wrap your arms around his neck tightly and pressing your body up against his.

He kisses you back and turns to press you against the car. Letting you lead the kiss as your tongue sides into his mouth.

Taking advantage of being in control your tongue greedily licks into his mouth and dances against his as you tug roughly on his hair, making him grunt. It’s sloppy, but you don’t care, your inexperience still obvious but all you can bring yourself to care about is him. Kissing him. Touching him. Feeling him pressed up against you. You want to wrap your legs around him and let him slip into you here and now, uncaring that you’re in public and anyone could see.

He lets you control it for a few more moments before he pulls away. “Come on, you exhibitionist.” He teases. “We don’t need to give the world a show.”

“Take me home,” you say breathlessly, arousal coating your thighs as your needy pussy starts to throb for him. “I need you.”

“Insatiable.” He’s proud that he’s turned you from a virginal mess to such a cock craven whore. His hand slides under your dress and he rubs your clit as he guides you back to the door again.

“Don’t tease,” you say, as you press your head against his chest. “Fuck.”

“Not teasing.” He hums. “Promising what is to cum.” He smirks at his pun and takes the bag from your hand, and idea forming in his head. “Get in the car and take off your panties.”

You do as he says quickly climbing into the seat and shimmying your panties down your legs, waiting impatiently for him to get in the car. They’re soaked. You know he’s going to ask to see them and you teeth sink into your lower lip as you stare at the unmistakable wet patches.

Stopping at the trunk of the car, Dave pulls out the lipstick vibrator and puts the batteries in it. Smirking to himself when he climbs in and hands it to you. “Put your feet up on the dash and spread them wide. I want to see your pussy.”

“Dave,” you gasp, “What if someone walks past?”

“Then they see a pretty cunt being pleasured.” He grunts, his eyes flashing in amusement.

You glance around and feel a little relaxed by the fact no one else is around, you do as he says, spreading your legs and trying not to cringe as he looks down at your soaked pussy. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you say quietly.

“All those toys sparking your imagination?” He asks, leaning over and sliding a finger through your folds. “I should go back inside and get you some remote controlled panties. Or a vibrator I slide inside you before class.” He hums, cock twitching in his pants.

“Fuck,” you murmur, “You could control it during class?” You ask with a moan as he teases your clit. “Babe, I need you.”

“I’m right here.” He reminds you, groaning at how wet you are. “I can’t fuck you in the car.”

“Take me home then,” you plead, desperate to be overwhelmed by him. “Dave, I need you so bad.”

“Poor little thing, you need to cum, don’t you?” He coos.

“I just need you,” you whimper, sinking down into the seat.

It’s thrilling, like a drug or a God complex, hearing those words fall from your sweet lips. Hearing that only he can fulfill your needs. He hums and pulls his fingers away. “I won’t always be there when you need me, take your little vibrator and see how it feels against your clit. I want to watch.”

You don’t want to hear what he’s saying, you know he isn’t yours but those words seem to confirm it in a way that makes your chest hurt. “Yes sir,” you say quietly, switching it on and pressing it to your little bundle of nerves.

“Good girl.” He praises. “Play with your clit where anyone could see you. Find what feels good.”

“Take me home,” you beg, but while still doing as he asks. Moaning in delight as it vibrates delicately against your bud.

“I am.” He starts the car. “Then you can have me. I’ll fuck you full again. Keep you on my cock while you play with your new toys.”

You move your legs off the dashboard but keep them spread wide, not wanting anyone to see you but Dave as he drives. “Want you to -fuckfuckfuckfuck- sleep inside me again.”

“You liked that, huh?” Last weekend, he had kept his cock buried inside you while you slept on him. Waking you up to fuck you throughout the night.

“Yes,” you gasp, as you press the vibrator a little harder against your clit, arousal dripping down the leather seats as you rapidly approach your high. “Loved it.”

“Good.” He groans, watching as you thigh starts to shake. “How does it feel?”

“So good.” The pressure continues to build and you begin to moan his name, saying nothing but Dave over and over as you reach your peak and come hard. Pulling the still vibrating toy away from your clit as you convulse through the aftershocks.

“How was that?” He asks, his voice raspy and his cock is throbbing as he watched you play with yourself.

“Good,” you manage to choke out, “Really fucking good.” You reach over and stroke his thigh, desperate to get back to his and feel him buried deep inside of you.

“Do it again.” He orders with a smirk. “You cum until I get you home.”

Without another word you switch the toy back on and rub it against your clit, varying the pressure in which you hold it against your bundle of nerves. “You like this?” You murmur between gasps of pleasure, “Like watching me play with the pussy that belongs to you?”

“Yes.” He grunts and alternates between the road and your cunt. His eyes flutter back up to your face and he smirks. “I think you like playing with it in front of me too. Showing me what you want.”

“I do.” You say with a teasing smile, “I think about slipping my hand in my panties at the back of your lecture hall, knowing no one but you would see me, think about whether you’d punish or praise me afterwards.”

“You should find out.” He groans, imagining forcing himself through a boring lecture to equally boring students while watching you play with your cunt.

You feel yourself beginning to reach your second orgasm, and reduce the pressure wanting to drawl it out. “What if someone saw? Nicolas sits awfully close to me,” you say with a smirk, “What if he saw me playing with this tight little pussy?” You know he wouldn’t be able to, you sit so far back that the rest of the row is empty, the nearest person is nicholas but he’s tucked away in his own little corner.

“He’ll fail.” Dave growls, scowling fiercely.

You giggle at his possessiveness, “I’m going to do it now,” you say pressing the toy harder again, “When you least expect it, I’m going to spread these legs and slip a finger inside of me and pretend it’s you.”

“You want me to pull you into my office and fuck you, don’t you, little girl?”

“Do you want an honest answer?” You say with a breathy moan.

“Always.” He grunts, reaching down and adjusting himself through his trousers.

“I want you to pull me downstairs and bend me over your desk and fuck me in front of everyone,” you gasp out as you teeter over the edge, “I want you to fuck me and let them all know that this pussy belongs to you.”

“Yeah?” The ironic part of this is he wants that too. Maybe have you sitting on his cock while the class listens to him lecture. He would never do it, but he’s imagined it.

“Yeah,” you answer softly before falling off that edge, cumming with an even softer moan of his name.

You are so fucking pretty when you cum, he can’t get over it. Watching as you shake in the passenger seat.

You look up at him, his eyes flickering back and forth from the road to you. Wordlessly you gather up some of the slick on your fingertips and bring it up to his lips.

He opens his mouth without hesitation, letting you feed him your taste. Groaning around your fingers and sucking them clean.

“So much for you to lick up, babe,” you say as his tongue swipes around your digits, “I love it when you eat my pussy, and you’re going to eat it as soon as we get inside.”

“I am?” It’s always fun when you get bursts of confidence like this. Thinking you are in charge.

“Yes,” you sat as confidently as you can. “I know you love it when I soak your face.”

“You cream so easily for me.” He chuckles, the sound filthy and he reaches for his phone to open it and select the camera. “Take a picture of it.”

“Yes sir.” The immediate change of control makes him chuckle again, seconds after your filthy demands you’re obeying his. You snap a photo of your glistening cunt and take a few seconds to admire the photo before handing him back his phone. “I’m excited to try the clamps.”

“I did think you’d go for those.” He admits.

“Really?” You say sitting up slightly and pressing your legs together, your poor clit needing a break from the overstimulation. “I do like it when you suck on my nipples, so I was intrigued... God, who am I?” you giggle. “It wasn’t that long ago that I had never touched myself and now I’m spreading my legs in your car.”

“Someone who is being corrupted.” He jokes, smirking at you as he thinks about how true that is. “Next you’ll let me fuck you in the confessional.”

“Already sucked your cock in there,” you laugh. “I still don’t understand why you looked at me but I’m really glad you did, I feel alive when i’m with you.”

“You just don’t understand your appeal.” He can never tell you the real reason and he’s not quite ready to let you go.

“Mhmmm.” you hum, before reaching over and placing your hand on his thigh, “Hurry up and get us home, I need to make you feel good.”

“One day, I’ll get you to suck my cock while I’m driving.” You have lectured him on how dangerous road head was and he hasn’t pushed it yet.

“I bet you will,” you say with a roll of your eyes and a giggle. The rest of the trip is spent in comfortable silence, you find yourself more and more excited at the idea of the clamps. Loving the thought of him being rough with them as his face is buried in your pussy.a

Opening the garage door, Dave pulls the car inside and closes it behind you. “Go upstairs and strip.” He orders. “I want you on your knees on the bed when I come up. Wear your rosary.”

You nod before pressing a brief kiss to his lips, making your way up through the house and into his bedroom. You strip as quickly as you can and once you’re naked you place your rosary over your head and it hangs between your bare tits. You slide down onto your knees at the end of the bed and wait patiently for him to come in.

On your knees is where he loves to see you. Gazing up at him adoringly and willing to let him do anything he wants to your innocent body. He’s got the pictures to prove it. Unboxing the clamps and the toys, he strips himself and walks up the stairs to slowly tread down the hall.

You hear his footsteps as he pads down the hall and it makes you clench with excitement. He’s going to make you beg tonight, you can just tell by the tone of his voice, he’s not going to be content until your voice is all raspy and you’re a whimpering mess beneath him and you can’t wait.

Dave walks in, pleased that your thighs are spread so he can see your dripping cunt. Eager body ready for him. “Good girl.”

“Hi,” you respond with a smile to his praise, you watch his cock bob with every step he takes and it makes you clamp down around nothing. “I missed you.”

“So greedy.” He smirks in amusement. “Haven’t been out of your sight for five minutes and you miss me.” He teases.

“Your fault.” You say with a little pout, before shuffling a little closer to where he’s standing.

“Are you ready for the clamps?” He asks, holding them up.

“Yes sir,” you say with a nod of your head.

He hums and sets the other toys down so he can tweak your nipple, making it perk more before he starts to attach the clamps.

You gasp a little at the way he handles you, but excitement stirs in your stomach at what’s to come. Choosing to stay silent until he talks to you, you watch him intently, taking in just how good looking he is.

He hums, opening the small spring to widen the dull teeth of the clamp to allow your nipple to pass through it. Closing it slowly and watching your expression as the pressure starts to build in that breast.

You hiss a little, but you like it, the slight twang of pain making you want more. Gently you reach up and touch the bottom of his jaw, before dropping your hand in your lap again, waiting for him to clamp the other one.

He attaches the second clamp and steps back, looking at how filthy you appear with clamps on your nipples and your cunt dripping onto his bed.

“How do I look?” You ask, sounding more innocent than ever despite the filthy situation you’re in.

“You want to see how filthy you look?” He asks, smirking as he looks over at his phone. He likes taking pictures of you.

“Yes.” Your reply is instant, and you find yourself grinning as he strolls over to pick up his phone.

He opens the camera and takes several photos of you, enjoying the mixture of innocence and filth. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

You keen at his praise, “For your eyes only.” You tell him before slipping your hand before your legs and slightly rocking against it, moaning his name as he takes a few more photos. “Just for you.”

“Just for me.” He grunts, cock twitching and he throws the phone down so he can kneel on the bed. “My own personal little whore.” He takes the rosary and uses the cross to tap against the clamps and make you moan.

“For you to use whenever you want,” you say, before pulling him closer to you. “So use me.”

“I’ll use you.” He promises, reaching for the toy he had bought for you and holds it up. “This or my tongue?”

“Your tongue,” you reply a little too quickly. “Please.”

He chuckles, knowing you would choose that option. "My tongue it is."

You move yourself backwards and spread yourself across his bed, you love the way his mouth feels on you. You’ve become a little addicted to him licking your pussy, and he knows it. “Thank you,” you say as sweetly as you can, eager to be overwhelmed by his talented tongue.

He hums and slides onto his belly, lifting his hips to adjust his cock so he doesn't hurt himself. Arms under your thighs as he pulls you closer to him and lowers his mouth to your wet cunt.

“Oohhh,” you gasp, as his hot breath begins to coat your pussy. One of your hands finds its way into his hair and you push him down closer, desperate to feel him lapping against your clit. “Babe, please.”

"I've got you." He pulls away long enough to reassure you before he buries his tongue back inside your pussy just like you wanted him to be.

“Oh yes,” you squeal, as he works his magic. The sounds he’s making as he drags his tongue throughout your folds adding to the already immense pleasure. “I-I love your mouth,” you choke out, before testing the chain on your clamps. Pulling them slightly and cooing at the new sensation.

You love when he pleasures you. Loves when his mouth is lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal. He loves pulling those desperate gasps and squeals out of you. Loves how wickedly you crave his tongue. Coaxing pleasure out of you every flick of his tongue.

It’s only been a few months but everyday you find yourself biting back those three words that you know you shouldn’t admit, and when he’s pulling pleasure and worshipping your pussy like this, it gets harder and harder. Your teeth sink down into your lower lip, before a desperate moan fills the air. He’s sucking your clit so perfectly, keeping it between his lips as his tongue laps gently at it. “Gonna cum,” you babble as your hips lift off the bed and everything goes blurry.

Dave reaches up and twirls his fingers around the chain that hangs down between your breasts and the chain from the clamps. Tugging on them as he pushes you over the edge.

You scream his name as pleasure washes over you, your thighs continuing to shake as he refuses to let up on his delicious assault on your clit. “Love… love fuck,” you babble incoherently as he yanks on the chain yet again.

There are moments where he's sure that you are about to admit that you love him. He hears it on the tip of your tongue even if you don't vocalize it.

“Kiss me,” you beg, as you come down from your high. You know you’ve soaked him, you can feel arousal dripping from you but the temptation to reveal your feelings is growing stronger and you’re certain he doesn’t feel the same. Kissing him will stop the words falling from your mouth.

He moves up your body and presses his chest against yours. Groaning when he feels your clamps against his skin. Kissing you just like you requested and letting you taste yourself from his lips.

“Mine,” you murmur possessively against his lips, before pushing your tongue back into his mouth. Your hands trail down his body, grabbing and feeling him whether you can. Loving the feeling of safety that comes from him.

Tonight is different from what he had planned, but he's not upset about it. Giving you more control to take charge than he ever did, he finds he likes your hands on him, your eagerness to touch him addictive.

“Mine,” you repeat again, a little more forcefully this time. “I wanna jerk you off,” you say as your hand wraps around him.

Dave huffs and decides that he will let you have your way, rolling you over to where you are on top. "So do it."

“You’re perfect,” you say, as your fingertips gently move down his shaft, softy stroking him. You do something you’ve never done before and once he’s staring into your eyes, you look up at him as innocently as possible before spitting on his cock. Keeping your eyes on his as you spread your saliva over him before finding your rhythm. Long, languid strokes that make him curse under his breath.

"Fuck." He hisses. "You are such a dirty fucking girl." He moans softly. "You need to pray for forgiveness. With my dick in your hand."

“Is that what you want?” You say as you increase the speed in which you pleasure him. Squeezing him a little tighter. “You want me to pray to the lord for forgiveness for something I could never be sorry for? How could I ever be sorry for touching you?”

"Sinner." He grunts out, teasing you and it makes his cock throb to hear how you didn't want to ask for forgiveness for what you do with him.

“Yes.” You say simply, loving the way he throbs in your hand. “He granted me life, right? We are gifts sent directly from him? I don’t feel guilty for feeling the way I feel when i’m with you or for feeling how I feel about you… I only feel guilty for desperately praying away the hours that I’m not with you.”

"Really?" He grunts and groans, rocking his hips up and there is a spurt of pre-cum that is released at your confession.

“Yes.” Your thumb swipes across the tip of him and collects the pre-cum and you immediately bring it to your mouth and taste him, morning at the taste you love so much. “Does that make you mad?” You ask quietly, taking him back in hand and resuming the same pace. “That I can’t stand to be away from you.”

It should concern him. That you are growing too attached. That is it getting close to time to end this little arrangement with you. He doesn't need the complication of an infatuated girl. It doesn't though, making him frown even as he tells you what you want to hear. "No."

“Good,” you reply softly, “My pussy or my hand?” You ask him, feeling yourself getting precariously close to saying those three words again. “You can fill me up or you can cum in my hands, I’ll place my rosary on your stomach and you can splatter my beads with your seed.”

"Fuck yes. That." Dave groans filthily and closes his eyes.

You remove your hands from him and gently pull your rosary over your head, placing it down gently on his stomach and you start working his shaft again. Squeezing it almost as tightly as your pussy does and you stroke him faster and faster, “Tell me again,” you beg, knowing that you shouldn’t keep asking to hear things that aren’t true, “Tell me you’re mine, like I am yours.”

"Yours." Dave hisses, rocking his hips up and his eyes greedily fixed on your rosary and on the soft, innocent hand that is wrapped around his cock.

It makes your heart leap, a warmth flooding you as you replay his word over and over. Every twist of your wrist is designed to make him grunt, to moan your name in pleasure as you work him towards his high. You squeeze him tighter and tighter and praise him as you feel his balls pull up, “Cum for me, cum for your girl.”

He has more control than this, but there is something about the way you beg. He's helpless to do anything but follow your order. He cums, achingly hard with your name on his lips as he spills ropes of cum over your rosary and his chest.

You pump him until he’s dry and hissing from overstimulation. “You look so good,” you say, before dragging a finger through his cum and tasting it off your finger.

"You look good too, little girl." He chuckles and pants as he tries to catch his breath.

You swipe your fingers through it again, gathering up as much as you can and licking your fingers clean. “In the morning,” you say as you climb off his bedroom and walk towards the bathroom to get a cloth, “I’m going to cook you whatever you want.. and then if you want me to I’m going to do what you said earlier.” You pick up your rosary and instead of wiping it clean you just admire how it looks for a few seconds before hanging it over the edge of the bed and then you begin to wipe his stomach clean. “I’m going to serve you breakfast and then drop to my knees and suck your gorgeous cock, whilst a toy buzzes inside of me.”

“Such a good girl.” He teases, reaching for your hand to drag you back into the bed and laughs when you shriek. “But first we need to sleep.”

“Sleep sounds good,” you say as you snuggle up to him. “Get some sleep old man.”

“Old man.” He scoffs, even though he is older than you. His arms slide around you easily even though he should have never found out how you felt while you slept. “Goodnight, little girl.”

“Goodnight, my love,” you whisper into his skin. You clock watch for a while, unable to fall asleep, listening to the soft inhale and exhale of Daves breathing before gently saying his name a few times and figuring he’s fast asleep when he doesn’t reply or move. “I really like being here with you. I really like you.” You say with a little sigh. “My life is figured out for me, I’m going to marry a man I won’t ever love because my parents will insist on it… and because of that I'm so grateful to you, Dave. So grateful that I get to experience how lovely it feels to be completely in love with someone, and I will be for as long as you’ll keep me around and for many years after. I love you. Have since the first time you touched me.” You snuggle back into his chest and let sleep take you without say another word, just tightening the hold you have on him as he sleeps beneath you.

****

Dave wakes up before you do, watching as you sleep on his chest, limbs heavy and body relaxed. You trust him more than anybody else in the world when you shouldn’t. He feels guilty but tries to rationalize it by reminding himself that he promised you nothing but pleasure. Pleasure he’s provided, but it rings hollow in his chest. He sighs softly and his fingers trace your skin.

You wake up to the feeling of soft circles being drawn on your skin, and you hum contentedly, before pepping a kiss to his chest. “Good morning,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“Good morning.” He hums softly, continuing to touch you. “You slept well?”

“Like a baby,” you say, before pressing another kiss to his chest. “Always sleep well when I’m with you.”

He accepts that, wondering how you sleep when you are in your dorm without him. You text him late into the night on those days.

“You hungry? Or do you want to snuggle for a bit?” You ask, hoping he’ll pick the second option.

“We can stay like this.” He knows you want to stay in bed, your arms tightened around his waist. “We’ve got hours before you have to be back for evening mass.”

“I don’t want to go,” you groan, a little petulantly but not caring. “I could stay here,” you suggest, “And worship the one thing I actually want to worship.”

“Blasphemy.” He cautions, even with the smirk on his face as he smacks your ass.

You groan as you think about spending another evening at mass. You tighten the grip you have on him even more and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and sigh.

“At least it’s not morning mass.” He contends. “Otherwise we would have to get up and get ready.”

You groan again, “I just don’t want to go.” You sigh once more into his soft skin before wrapping your leg around him, wanting to feel him even closer.

“I know.” Both of you know you have to though. It’s a requirement of the school.

“I could get really bad cramps,” you say with a smirk, “You can go and I'll stay here and keep the bed warm.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” He snorts and shakes his head at your antics. “Lying on top of everything else. That’s more Hail Mary’s for you, little girl.”

You push yourself up, and throw your leg over him, straddling him. “All this sinning… What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing.” He teases. “I’m not your priest.” He smirks. “Though you have paid plenty of penitence on your knees for me.”

“You’re filthy, did you know that?” You giggle, before leaning over and stealing a kiss.

“I do know that.” He hums against your lips.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” He nods and grins at you.

“What do you want?” you say between kisses.

“You make really good omelets.” He reminds you. “And some toast?”

“I can do that,” you say with a smirk, standing up and pulling the shirt he was wearing yesterday around yourself without buttoning it up. “Come down when you’re ready.”

He watches you walk out the door. Smirking to himself and listening as you start to rummage around in the kitchen.

While preparing the ingredients for his omelet you think about what you admitted to him while he was asleep, and it makes your heart drop. You’re in so deep now that it’s clear the only way this is going to end is in severe heartbreak, he’s never ever going to love someone like you, you think to yourself over and over. Fighting back tears and focusing on preparing him a delicious breakfast.

Dave grabs the vibrator that had fallen to the floor and carries it back into the bathroom to be sanitized. Grabbing the lube, he smirks as he walks downstairs in his boxers and sets the items on the table.

You’re just plating up his food as he walks into the room, “Breakfast is nearly done, just waiting on the toast,” you say as you glance over at him.

Your smile isn't quite as bright as it normally is and he frowns slightly but you aren't looking at him. "Thank you." He offers, sitting down and watching you carefully.

You wait for the toast to pop up and butter it nearly before placing it on his plate and walking over to the table. “Am I still allowed to suck your cock?” You ask quietly as you hand him his plate.

"Why wouldn't you be allowed to do it?" He reaches out and takes your arm, pulling you into his arms. "Do you want to suck my cock? You don't have to."

“I do,” you say as a bright smile spreads across your face, just the slightest touch from him lighting you up. “I really like you,” you mumble against his lips, “I really like your cock.”

"I really like your pussy." He shoots back playfully. "Came close to having you for breakfast."

“Don’t tease,” you groan, “You know how much I like that.”

"Who said I was teasing?" He asks, looking at you with a serious expression on his face.

“You could have done it,” you challenge, “Instead you’re teasing me about how you could have… Mean.”

"I'm not being mean." He protests, smirking quietly. "Just telling you what I was tempted to do."

“Next time you should just do it,” you say with a shrug, before pressing your lips to his and getting up off his lap.

"Maybe I will." He chuckles at your pout.

“Can I suck your cock now?” You ask, each word drenched in accidental innocence as you stare into his eyes.

"Fuck yes." He grunts, his cock hardening in his boxers and starting to tent it.

“Do you want me to put the vibrator inside me? Or just concentrate on making you cum?”

"I brought the toy downstairs. And the lube." He motions towards the toys.

“I see that,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I just wanted to check.”

"Someone's moody today." Dave huffs and leans back in his seat to watch you. "What is going through that mind of yours?"

“I just… I just want to make you feel good,” you say quietly, wanting to tell him how you’re feeling, but not ready for the rejection. “Can I do that?”

"Yes." He decides that after you make him cum, he will return the favor, get you out of this funk.

You reach over and pick up the vibrator, generously coating it in lube like he advised and you spread your legs, feeling his eyes on you the entire time as you work it inside of you. Whimpering as it spreads you open and meets a little resistance, relaxing yourself so it slides in and then switching it on the lowest setting. Before sinking to your knees and palming him through his boxers, “I really fucking love your cock,” you say, as you dip your fingers into the waistband and start to pull them down. Unable to stop yourself from gasping as his cock breaks free and bobs up and down.

"It's the only cock you've had." He reminds you. "You don't have anything to compare it to."

You look up at him visibly confused, “Do you want to have something else to compare it to?”

"No," He growls, furious at the fucking idea of you touching someone else.

“Good, because I don’t want anyone else.” Your tongue licks around the tip of him, he’s rock hard and pre-cum is dripping down his shaft. You take the head of him in your mouth and hollow your cheeks before starting to jerk him off.

He groans, watching as you spread your legs wider and reach down to turn on the vibrator. Enjoying the way your groan vibrates around him. "Fuck, your mouth is so fucking good, little girl." He pants. "Fucking love it.

You moan at his praise, clamping down around the vibrating toy. It feels good, but not as good as him. Increasing your pace, you jerk him a little faster, sucking the tip of him harder as your moans wrap around his cock.

"Filthy." He grunts, cupping your cheek. "Bet you think about sucking my cock every time you go into that confessional. Remembering how you took my load down your throat like a champ. Perfect little whore."

You nod up at him, confirming what he just said as true. You do think about how he fucked your throat for the first time as you rubbed your clit in that sacred little booth and the memory makes your pussy flood. You pull off him for a few seconds, continuing to stroke his length and whisper up at him, “Your perfect little whore,” before taking him back in your mouth.

"My perfect little whore." He groans in agreement. "Jerked off thinking about that in my office later that week."

You groan again at the thought of him jerking off thinking about you. You take him a little deeper, loving the sounds he rewards you with as you do so. Reaching down you turn up the vibrations on the toy buzzing away in your cunt and whimper as it hits that spot inside of you.

"That's it, baby girl." He grunts, watching you squirm on the floor while he pulses in your mouth. "You're gonna cum on that toy while I cum down your throat, aren't you?"

“Yes,” you choke out around him, taking him even deeper and swallowing around him as he pushes past your tonsils. You gently play with his balls, as he rocks his hips up into your mouth, chasing his high.

"Fuck." He grunts out, his fingers curling around your jaw and holding you in place while your mouth acts like a vacuum around his cock. "Fuck, you have the best fucking mouth I've ever had around my cock." He pants out.

You keen at his praise, sucking harder and swallowing over and over as not to gag as you clamp down on the toy, his praise threatening to send you over the edge. You look up at him all wide eyed and innocent and the look on his face is enough, and before you can process it you’re cumming hard around the toy.

You moans push him over the edge. Balls pulling tight against his body, he has never even touched his food as he starts to spill down your throat with a groan of your name.

You try to swallow it all, but it’s a lot, rope after rope floods your mouth and starts to drip out of the corner of your lips. Reaching down you pull the vibrator out of your overstimulated pussy and concentrate on milking him dry of his cum.

Dave forces himself to keep his eyes opened, watching you as he continues to cum. Until you have milked him of every drop and his fingers pry your mouth off of his cock.

You groan as he pulls himself free of your needy mouth, but you take the opportunity to gather up the cum that had dripped out and push it into your mouth. Moaning happily as you swallow it down. “So fucking good.”

"So fucking greedy." He pulls you to your feet and pushes the plate away from his seat to replace it with your body.

You squeal as he pushes you down and start to giggle, “I just really love your cock.”

"And I really love your pussy." He reminds you as he spreads your thighs wide. "Look, breakfast." He teases before he leans in to slide his tongue through your lips.

“Fuck,” you moan as he starts to eat your pussy, slowly swiping his tongue through your folds. “Dave,” you squeal as he starts to tease your clit before moving back down and pushing his tongue into your cunt.

He huffs at you, dark eyes on you as he silently tells you that you asked for this. You had wanted this and he is giving it to you.

“I lov-love your mouth,” you pant, loving the way he doubles down and eats your pussy like a man who’s been starved. “My clit,” you beg, “Please, Dave.”

He moves to your clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth to work between his lips.

“Just like that,” you moan as your fingers twist in his hair, you throw your head back as he quickly works towards your orgasm.

He moans into your folds, enjoying you enjoying yourself. The way you are so wanton appeals to him, making him proud to have corrupted you. You enjoy the pleasure he can bring you with zero shame.

Your hips start to rock gently, and after a few more minutes of his lapping feverishly at your clit you’re cumming. Screaming his name as your thighs shake around his head and your cunt gushes all over his table.

Groaning, he keeps working your clit. Working you through your orgasm and watching your face as you squeeze your eyes shut as if in prayer.

“Dave.” His name slips through your lips with ease, like the sweetest prayer you’ve ever said. He continues to lick your cunt, even after you’ve finished cumming and up until you gently push him away. “What did I do to deserve such heaven?” You ask him quietly.

“Told you I thought about doing it.” He smirks and pulls you into his lap. “So I just had my first breakfast, now you and I are going to split the breakfast you made me.”

“I’m boneless,” you say with a giggle and then nuzzle your face into his neck, “I can’t move right now.”

“Then you sit here until you can.” Dave chuckles, always pleased when he can wear you out.

“Again,” you say before moving to face him, and resting your forehead on his, “What did I do to deserve such heaven?”

“You didn’t do anything.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. “Just being you.”

“I really really like you Dave York.” You say with a happy sigh.

He hums and smirks at you. “I really like you too, little girl.”

****

THE HOLIDAYS

It was boring to go through the holidays without you. Thanksgiving had been boring, but Dave always got a kick out of all the ‘pious’ Christians that he saw out on Black Friday, scrambling for the discounts and trying to get everything they could get their hands on. You had come back from your parents quiet and slightly withdrawn for a week. Something obviously on your mind and he knows you feel guilty. He feels guilty as well, because he should have dropped you. But he hasn’t. Now it’s nearing the end of the Christmas break and his house has been sad and lonely, although he still stares at the Christmas tree you had insisted he put up for the first time in years. A symbol of the hold you have over him. He hasn’t been able to take it down and put away the thing that had made you giggle as you curled up against him on the sofa after it was put up.

It had been a hellish Christmas break. Your mother had casually dropped in conversation that they’d found a ‘potential husband’ for you and immediately changed the subject like you were discussing the weather.

They had spent the majority of the time lecturing you on how you had proven to be a disappointment since going off to college, how they had expected you to volunteer more of your time but instead you had ‘gone AWOL.’ And the urge to tell them why kept creeping up on you, the urge to tell them what you had really been doing just to wipe the smug looks of their faces.

It was the day after Christmas that you’d decided you had enough and packed your car and decided to go. Leaving a note on the kitchen table and just getting out of there.

You missed Dave so much that you ached, you texted a few times but your parents had you booked and busy for the majority of the time you were there.

Neither of them thanked you for the gift you had picked out for them to share and of course ‘Christmas isn’t a vanity contest’ so there weren't any presents for you under the tree, as usual.

You had tried to send Dave a gift on Christmas day, when they had left the house you rifled through your bag and found the ‘lipstick vibrator’ he’d got you and recorded a video but lack of wifi meant the video kept failing to send. So you decided that you were going to give it to him alongside his ‘real gift’ when you got home.

You hadn’t told him you were coming home early, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible and when you started to approach your dorm building, you just didn’t stop driving. Instead you made your way to his, pulling your car up behind his and getting his gift from the trunk and timidly knocking his front door.

He opened the door and you begged him to help you forget and asking no questions, he did that. He took you right there and then and hasn’t once complained that you’ve now been back a week and can’t bring yourself to leave his side.

"Are you going to let me fuck you?" Dave asks the question even though he knows you will say yes. You've let him do anything he wants to you. Quite desperately, almost. Now it's New Year's Eve and you've been on his lap for hours as he plays with your body and draws out your pleasure, keeping you on the edge of an orgasm but not quite letting you cum.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

"Whatever I want?" He chuckles and raises a brow in consideration. "Hmmm."

“Anything,” you say as you place your hand on top of his and squeeze.

Dave reaches up and wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing in the exact right spot to make your breath catch and he chuckles when your eyes widen. "Are you sure about that, little girl?"

You nod furiously, wanting to give yourself to him and let him take full control. “Yes,” you gasp, “Yes please, Dave.”

He squeezes a little tighter and the lets go. “On my bed, naked.” He growls roughly.

“Yes sir,” you say before pressing a bruising kiss to his lips and giggling. You run up the stairs and immediately begin to strip as you enter his room, hearing him slowly make his way upstairs.

There are many options on how to do this. And he smirks when he decides, slowly unbuckling his belt to slide through the loops as he walks down the hall.

You situate yourself comfortably on the bed, fully bare and waiting for him. Anticipation is flooding through you as you wait for what he has in store for you.

Dave makes his entrance slow, menacing as he can manage as his eyes flit towards the bed. Pleased to find you waiting for him. “Get the cock ring you wanted me to wear.” He rasps at you.

“Fuck,” you murmur, as you think about the cock ring you bought a while back and never got around to using. You’re both usually too frantic and desperate to feel each other to remember it, so it’s been sitting unused in the box. You learn over and open the drawer on your side of the bed and pull out the box, “Here,” you say, stretching your hand to give it to him.

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “Put it on me.”

“Oh,” you say, smiling at his command, “Yes sir.” You remove it from its packaging and ask quietly, “Does it need lube?”

“No.” He watches you bite your lip as you pull it out of the package. “It’s going to be tight on my cock and balls.” He reminds you. “Making it possible to last longer. At least for me.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, “Tell me if I'm doing it wrong or too fast.” You push the ring over his head and look up at it, clearly anxious you’re going to hurt him. Slowly you move it down his shaft and stop at the base of him, “Is that ok?”

“It’s okay, baby girl.” He grunts, understanding that you are nervous. “You won’t hurt me.”

“I love it when you call me that,” you say as you push up and bring him in for another kiss. “No limits today,” you whisper, “I know the safeword if I need it.”

“Say it out loud.” He grunts, kissing you again. “Want to hear you say it.” He’s adamant about safe words. While he has introduced you to sex, and now pushing the boundaries of ‘normal’ sex, he wants you to be well versed in the proper way of kink. Even if he can’t imagine you with another partner.

“Pineapple,” you say loud and clear. “Traffic light system - green is good, amber is slow down and red is stop.”

“Good girl.” Dave praises. “And if your mouth is full?”

“Squeeze your thigh or arm three times, depending on what I can reach.”

“And if I tie your hands?” Dave demands.

“Blink three times fast,” you say, before kissing him again. “I’m ready, I know what I want… and I want you to clear my mind of everything that isn’t you.”

Your faith in him is unwavering and he is sometimes in awe of every filthy thing you let him do. “My perfect, filthy, little whore.” He coos, reaching up and gripping your cheeks to force your lips apart. He kisses them gently before he pulls back and slowly spits into your open mouth.

You whimper at his filthy action before swallowing it down and opening your mouth for more. You love being at his mercy, you love being held by him so lovingly as he performs the filthiest acts on you.

“You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” He smirks at the idea and shakes his head, loving the control he has over you.

You nod your head and mouth the word ‘yes’ as he tightens his grip on you.

He keeps his hand on your jaw as he picks up his belt with his other hand. Changing his mind at the last minute, the thick leather of the belt goes into your mouth instead of around your throat like he had first imagined. Letting go to wrap it around your head and buckling it right behind you.

You look at him all doe eyed and innocent as the smirk on his face gets bigger and bigger. Whatever he’s giving you tonight, you’re going to take, no matter how overstimulated or tired you are; you have decided that you are his to do as he pleases with.

He finishes putting the cock ring on, grunting at the unfamiliar pressure and twitching slightly at the thought of lasting longer. “I had thought to put my belt around your throat as a pretty necklace to wear.” He admits, starting to slowly stroke himself in front of you. “But then I realized the best necklace you could wear is my hand.”

Your eyes light up at the thought of it, the same hand that he’s using to slowly stroke his cock wrapping around your neck. You nod your head in agreement as his dark eyes burn into yours.

“You can’t suck my cock with my belt in your mouth.” He taunts with a smirk. “Don’t you want to? Wrap your lips around me and make me groan your name?”

The way you nod your head has him chuckling, you nod your head so fast that it almost makes you dizzy.

“Too bad.” He grins. “Do you know how often I think about that sweet pussy or mouth on my cock?”

You groan in disappointment, hearing that he won’t be feeding you his cock. You shake your head in response to his question, your pussy dripping as you await for him to tell you.

“Every fucking time I see you.” He keeps his hand moving up and down the shaft of his cock. “Imagining you on your knees in the middle of the lecture hall, sucking me off while I’m teaching.”

Your eyes focus on him stroking his cock, jealousy ripping through you because you want to be the one touching him. You moan desperately at his words, knowing he knows that you’d suck his cock anytime anywhere without any hesitation.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you are screaming.” He promises you. “And then I’m gonna fuck you some more.”

You shuffle towards him, desperate to feel his touch as he teases you with his filthy words. You’re dripping wet and you know that he could slide straight into you with no resistance right now.

“Lay down, spread you legs and let me see the little pussy I’m gonna be fucking raw.”

The noise you make is filthy, as you lean back and spread your legs as wide as you can. You know your cunt is glistening, arousal is coating your thighs and dripping down into his bedsheets.

“Greedy little cunt.” He coos mockingly. Shuffling closer as he pumps his cock harder. “Begging for my cock stuffed inside it. Only happy I’ve fucked it full.”

You can feel your walls fluttering, desperate for something to flutter around as he mocks you. You start to rock your hips in a silent plea for him to touch you, to fill you to give you something.

He presses the head of his cock to your clit and hums as he slides it through your slick. “Legs on my shoulders.”

You lift your legs up and carefully place them on his shoulders, chasing more friction on your clit you rock your hips again, needing to feel him pressed against your bundle of nerves.

He spends a few minutes rubbing his cock over your clit before he reaches down and turns on the vibrator built into it.

You writhe underneath him, taking everything he’s giving you and pleading silently for more. He knows how desperate you are to be filled by him, and he’s drawing it out. Loving the way your body begs for him, the way your hips rock over and over in an attempt to feel him. “More,” you start to plead, words muffled by the thick leather.

“More?” He asks, lifting a brow as he slides his cock down to start pressing against your slick entrance. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you almost scream, moving your hips in an attempt to pull him in.

“Okay.” He agrees the second before he slams his hips forward and buries his cock into your pussy to the hilt.

The air is pushed from your lungs with that first thrust, the harsh snap of his hips leaving you desperate for more. You cry his name once you’re able to inhale and fill your lungs, ready for him to steal your breath all over again.

One breath is all he gives you before he’s pulling his hips back and ready to destroy you.

His pace is relentless, every snap of his hips designed to break you. You moan against the leather, pushing down every urge you have to scream whilst he fucks you into his mattress. The sound of skin slapping against skin drowning out your moans of pleasure. His eyes are almost black with lust as he snarls at you.

The cock ring provides more stimulation to your clit with your legs up on his shoulders, pressing them back towards your body as he snaps his hips down into your spasming cunt. One hand wraps around your throat and every time he bottoms out inside you, he squeezes.

You feel that delicious pressure building in your clit as his hand squeezes your throat. The look of his eyes is animalistic as he presses a little tighter, watching you for any signs of struggle as you lay beneath him, threatening to fall off the delicious edge at any moment.

“You’re gonna cum for me.” He spits. “Gasping for air and seeing spots in your vision.” He squeezes tighter, pushing your hips back and driving into you harder, desperate to feel you cum over him as the cock ring buzzes away against his scrotum and your clit.

Within seconds you’re cumming, devastatingly hard around his cock. Clamping down around him like a vice as you flood his cock, a steady stream of liquid squirting out of you as he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck.

“Fuck.” His hisses, eyes widening as he looks down at the way you’ve soaked his cock and his stomach. “Dirty fucking thing, you squirted all over me.” He relaxes his grip on your throat while he grinds into you, working you through the orgasm.

You cry his name as he fucks into that heavenly spot inside of you, loving the way your walls contract around him and greedily suck him back in.

He chuckles at how insatiable you are, rolling through your first orgasm into begging for another. “More, pretty girl?”

“More,” you mumble through the belt, nodding your head.

“Good girl.” His speed starts to ramp back up, moving back to the previous frantic pace.

Your hands find purpose in the sheets, gripping them tightly as he pounds into you. Fucking you harder and harder with each measured thrust. He’s got you exactly where he wants you and the look on his face tells you that he’s only just getting started with you.

Again, he starts squeezing your neck. “Fuck, you look so- so beautiful.” He grunts. “Perfect little whore. My dirty angel.”

The unexpected praise makes you keen, tears welling up in your eyes as you replay him calling you beautiful and his as he pounds into you. He doesn’t let up on the grip on your throat for a few moments, waiting for the moment just before he thinks you’re about to struggle.

Your pussy pulses around him when he restricts your oxygen and it’s the most gorgeous feeling in the world. “Come on baby, gimme another one.” He groans. “Soak my cock again. Ruin our bed.”

‘Our’, you mouth silently against the belt. And then you’re letting go. Clamping down around him and coming this time with a loud scream of his name. The vibrations against your clit alongside him hammering into that spot inside you has you squirting around him for a second time. Covering his cock, balls and thighs with your arousal as you continue to softly pant his name throughout your high.

Dave groans, slowing down slightly to take a break while you float through the pleasure of your high. Panting as he rocks into you, he grins. “Still not done yet.”

“Mine,” you groan against the belt, as your hand comes up and softly strokes his face. You feel exhausted, the poundings your pussy has taken has you trembling beneath him but you’re ready for more, eager to feel him take you apart again.

He changes the rhythm, slowly grinding into you as he rests for a bit. Letting your body cool down.

“Wow,” you say, slightly murmured by the belt. Exhaustion sits heavily in your joints but you’re not ready for this to be over, you look up at him panting over you and move your face up to nuzzle against his. The closest thing you can currently get to a kiss.

He chuckles and leans in to kiss your nose. “Ready for a break?” He asks you softly.

You nod your head, needing a sip of water and to feel his lips on yours.

Dave is immediately moving. Pulling out of you and not bothering to turn off the cock ring before he is unbuckling the belt to pull it out of your mouth and massaging your cheeks. “Stay here. I’ll get you some water.” He tells you as he shuffles off the bed and finally stops the vibrations in the toy.

“Dave,” you call out as he shuffles away, “On the bookcase in the hall is your Christmas present… you haven’t opened it. Bring it up with you please.”

“I will.” He wonders why you are insistent that he bring it, but he snatches it up on his way back through from grabbing you water.

By the time he’s back up you’re sitting comfortably on the bed with your phone open and ready to play the video you took him. “I’ve been so distracted recently that I forgot to give it to you,” you say as you smile at the neatly wrapped package in his hand. “It’s one of two gifts, but you should open that one first. There’s a store by my parents house that makes these and I just felt like you’d appreciate it.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” He has his own present for you, but that’s besides the point. “Your present is sitting in my closet.”

“You got me a present?” You say with a wide smile, “You didn’t have to do that.”

He lifts his brow at the irony of that statement, considering he is holding a gift from you in his hand. “Do you want me to open this first?”

“Yes and then I have something else for you,” you say excitedly. “I hope you like it.”

Dave hands you the water. “Drink.” He orders as he sits down beside you, his cock still hard and in the cock ring. Careful to unwrap the neat paper and he pauses when he discovers you’ve given him a leather bound journal, embossed with his name and a matching pen. “It’s- beautiful.” He can’t believe how thoughtful it is, and he swallows as he thinks of the other journal he has. His finger brushes over the gold leaf name. “Thank you.”

“You like it?” You say happily, as you watch him study it. “I figured you could keep it in your office and then you’ll think of me whenever you use it.”

“I will.” He looks up at you and nods, reaching out and pulling you in to crush his lips to yours.

You open your mouth and let him push his tongue between your lips, pushing yourself against him as he does so. Your hand wraps around his cock and you give him a few languid strokes, smiling as he groans into your mouth.

He kisses you for a long moment before he pushes your hand away from his cock and breaks the kiss. “So do you want to give me my other present or have yours?”

“You can give me mine,” you giggle, “I think you might be a little distracted by your next one.”

“Okay.” Dave leans in and kisses you again. “I love your gift. I hope you like what I got you.”

“It’s from you so I know I will,” you say, gently gripping onto each side of his jaw, and placing a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose.

He hums and stands, setting the journal and pen down before he walks into the closet and gets out a gift the size of a shoe box. Brightly wrapped and covered with a bow.

“Oh wow,” you say as you notice the box, “It looks so pretty, Dave.”

“I didn’t wrap it.” He snorts. “I can’t wrap for shit, so I paid to have it wrapped at one of those booths.” He’s a little nervous about this, because he hadn’t planned on getting it for you. He had planned on getting you something sexual. But as soon as he had seen it in the store window, he had to have it for you.

You smile at his admission, honestly not surprised he didn’t wrap it but still grateful for the effort he went to. You take it from his hands and notice how nervous he looks, and it makes your heart skip a beat. “Can I open it?”

“Sure.” He nods and watches as you carefully peel away the red and gold wrapping paper to reveal the box. Making him smirk slightly when you huff, having to use your nail to cut through the tape to open the lid.

“Oh Dave,” you say softly, looking up at him with wide glossy eyes.

“You told me once that you wanted to be a ballerina when you were a little girl.” He explains as you lift the elaborately carved music box from the one it was wrapped in. The line of ballerinas in different positions line the top of the brightly colored box. “How you would practice in your room in secret even if you had never taken a class. I thought you would like it, remember that no matter what, you can still dream.”

Words fail you. Your fingertips delicately dance over the ballerinas and it’s only when he gently wipes away a tear that you realize you’re crying. “Dave,” you sob gently, as you take in every little detail, “This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I can’t believe it’s mine.”

“It plays a little song.” He shows you the key in the back, twisting it a few times so that the music will start to play as he opens the lid. “Something sweet, like you.”

The tears start to fall harder as you listen to the stunning melody, watching the line of ballerinas move so delicately to the music. “I love it. Thank you. Thank you so much, my love.”

“It’s a jewelry box too.” He nudges you gently, bringing your attention to the small tray inside. He hears you say ‘my love’ but he can’t comment on that right now.

You look up at him through your teary eyes before looking back down and gently pulling open the tray. Gasping when you notice the gorgeous pearl bracelet inside of it. “Oh Dave.”

“Oh Dave.” He mimicked you and pucks the bracelet up to open the clasp to put it on your wrist. “I think there’s a parrot in here. That’s all I hear. ‘Oh Dave’.” He’s beaming as he teases you, completely joking and he looks up from wrapping it around your wrist to wink at you.

“Shut up,” you say with a giggle, “I love it,” you focus on the bracelet, beaming as you notice the tiny engraved ‘D’ on the clasp. “D?”You say out loud with an even bigger smile forming across your face. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” You take his face in your hands and move close enough to brush your lips against his as you speak, “I really love it, all of it, and you.”

He hums and pours himself into kissing you. He can’t tell you that. He can’t do that to you. Especially when his own feelings are so fucking out of the norm for him. “Good.” He manages after pulling his lips away from yours.

“You gonna finish fucking me once we move this off the bed?” You say, still gently holding onto his face.

“Of course I am.” Dave scoffs, smirking at you. “You can still walk, can’t you?”

“Just about,” you say, rolling your eyes as you get up and place the jewelry box down on his drawers and take a few more seconds admiring it. You kneel down on the bed next to him and give him a quick kiss, “Second present first.” You pass him the phone which is already opened to the video and wait for him to press play. “Tried to send you this on Christmas day but had no wi-fi.”

“Ohhh I get another present.” He smirks as he presses play and immediately groans when the video starts to move. “Jesus Christ. You filmed this at your parents?”

“Yeah,” you say with a giggle, “Dad had another service and I decided to stay behind… I was really missing you.”

“Fuck, baby girl.” He grunts, cock twitching as he watches it again.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you say as you wrap your fingers around his cock again. Moaning as you see the build up of pre-cum and how purple the tip of him is. “Oh, my love, we’ve got to make you cum.”

Dave tosses the phone down and lurches for you. “Spread your legs.”

You squeal with excitement before spreading your legs. “Yes, sir!”

He thrusts back into you easily, frantically. Determined to make sure that you can’t walk when he’s done with you.

“Fuck,” you scream as he fills you with him. Your walls immediately fluttering around him as he starts to pound in and out, focusing on that spot inside of you. Your hands squeeze your tits as he grips on to your hips pulling you down to meet every harsh snap of hips.

This time, his goal isn’t to overwhelm you, just show you how he feels without saying the words.

You reach up and touch his face, whimpering his name as he thrusts in and out, “Kiss me.”

He lunges down and presses his lips to yours desperately. Groaning as he slides his tongue into your mouth.

You press your tongue against his and they battle for dominance but you both know he’s in control the entire time, taking the breath out of your lungs and replacing it with his own as the kiss turns more frantic.

Dave groans and keeps his hips rocking as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing close.

Your hold on him tightens as he pulls you closer, you reluctantly detach your lips from his and giggle at the way he immediately growls at the loss, “Slower Dave, let me feel all of you,” you beg.

He huffs and shakes his head, but he stops the frantic thrusts and slowly rolls his hips forward.

“Grumpy,” you murmur into his soft skin with a smile, meaning his name as he notches into that spot inside of you. Your eyes rolling back and stars appearing in your line of vision.

He hums and bites down on your chin. “Yes.” He grunts with every slow thrust. “I. Am.”

“But I like it,” you say, between breathy moans.

“I know you do.” He groans, pressing his lips to yours again. Kissing you softly as his hips slow down even more.

Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, as he brings you closer to that edge, “I’m gonna cum,” you babble against his lips.

“Good.” He groans, flicking his tongue into your mouth to kiss you.

With a few more measured thrusts he has you falling off that edge, clamping down hard around him and whimpering into his mouth.

Dave finally feels like he can cum. Pushing through the tightness, to thrust deep. His neck muscles strain and he practically whimpers your name as he starts to cum.

“Dave,” you murmur as thick ropes start to paint your walls, his name lingering on your lips as you bite down onto his shoulders.

He lets you mark him, not jerking away as he rides out his high and groaning at how good it feels.

"Mine," you growl aggressively as you pull him closer to you, fingernails gripping into the meat of his ass as he thrusts into you.

Finally, he's spent, lowering himself down against you, though he keeps the majority of his weight on his elbows as he relaxes. "Fuck."

You giggle as he collapses on top of you, "Ready to go again, my love?"

"Jesus." He huffs. "I need a minute. Insatiable minx."

"I'm just kidding old man," you say as you wrap your arms tightly around him.

"Sure you were." He huffs, turning to kissing you softly and sighs.

"Are you ok?" You ask, hearing him sigh.

"'I am good." He promises, unable to put anything into words "How are you?"

"Are you sure?" You ignore his question, and raise your eyebrow. "Did I do something wrong?"

He frowns and shakes his head. "You didn't do anything wrong." He promises and kisses you once more. "You want to soak in a bath?" He asks

"Depends," you say, snuggling into him, "Are you going to join me?"

"I need to do something in my office." He admits quietly. "Do you want me to draw you a bath?"

"Sure," you say, a little confused. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm good." He flashes you a grin. "Must be getting old." He jokes. "Becoming that old man you are always accusing me of being."

"I love that old man," you say, the words sliding off your tongue before you have time to restrain them.

Dave frowns slightly but he leans forward to kiss you instead of commenting on it. "I'll go start your bath."

You see it, the way the corner of his lips fall down and it's like a shot to the chest but you refuse to ruin the moment by crying. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby girl." He's retreating and he knows he is, but he can't tell you something that he's not one hundred percent sure of. Still trying to tell himself that he's still the same, just using you for your innocence. He pulls out of you and climbs out of the bed, removing the cock ring as he disappears into the bathroom.

You bite down the tears threatening to fall and brush yourself off. Standing up and wrapping yourself in one of his shirts and perching yourself at the end of the bed, waiting for him to come out and tell you your bath is ready.

Inside the bathroom, Dave ignores his reflection and the things that are yours and turns towards the garden tub to turn on the water, adding the bubble bath you enjoy.

You listen to him move around and to the sound of the water filling the tub before deciding to just step into the bathroom, hoping that maybe that'll change his mind and he'll join you.

Dave is setting out your towel when you come into the bathroom. "You ready?"

"Yeah," you say softly, before dipping your fingertips into the tub to test the temperature, "Perfect."

"Good." He watches as you step into the tub. "You enjoy your bath, l'll bring you up a drink."

"You sure you don't want to join me," you say, as you sink down into the inviting waters. "Promise I'll give you a break. I just want to feel you.”

"Give me a few minutes." He gives in and nods. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," you say with a smile and a scrunch of your

nose.

"I know you will, you would live in that tub if I let you." Dave snorts and smirks at you in your bubbles.

"Hurry," you say, with a roll of your eyes, "It's lonely in here."

"Yep!" He raps the door frame with his knuckles. "Back in a sec."

You lay back against the tub, thinking through the last few minutes and wondering if you've really fucked this up. You look down at the bracelet still on your wrist and closely examine the 'D' on the clasp and sigh.

Downstairs, Dave hesitates at the bottom and rubs his hand down his face. This is getting too complicated, something he's never liked. He's already spent more time with you than he had with any other girl. Ignoring the urge to go back and read his journal, he walks into the kitchen to get you a drink.

The way he reacted to your slip up still has your heart aching, you know what this is, you know that this isn't love to him. He's never said or promised you anything along those lines and the look on his face spoke louder than any words

Instead of just grabbing a bottle of water, he opens up the bottle of wine he had bought you. It's a sweet wine, one you had tasted and said you liked. He knows your parents don't approve of you drinking anything but the sacrament wine, but this is another layer to his debauchery. Or that's what he tells himself rather than it being a cozy, romantic bath with a glass of wine.

Sinking below the water you don't hear him creep in, having dived underwater to disguise the tears that had welled up your eyes.

Dave sets the wine glass down, along with a bottle of beer he prefers and even though he's rolling his eyes, he has picked up the little pre-made meat, cheese and cracker tray. Deciding that the bath was the perfect place to indulge in a restorative snack.

You slowly push yourself up from under the water and see him perched by the bath holding a glass of wine for you. "Hey," you say softly. "Are you getting in?"

"Yeah." He grabs another towel and sets it next to yours. "I got us a drink and that snack thingy you wanted when you came back."

"Thank you." You take the glass of wine and shift down the bath slightly so he can slip in behind you.

Dave settles back against the tub and pulls you into his arms. "Lean back." He murmurs, even though he would normally tell you to lean back so he could play with your tits.

You do as he says exhaling happily as you lie against his chest. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," you say, your teeth immediately sinking into your bottom lip to stop the flow of tears threatening to spill. "It just slipped out."

"Don't." His clipped word hangs in the air for a moment. "Don't apologize." He manages. "It's okay."

"Okay," you say, barely above a whisper. You take a few sips of your wine and nibble on a cracker, still comfortably laying against him. "I promise I won't do it again, I don't want to upset or anger you.”

Dave doesn't say anything, doesn't know what to say. Instead he takes a sip of his beer and slowly starts to rub one of your nipples.

You place your hand on the top of his and just hold it still before picking it up and interlocking your fingers with his.

He doesn't pull his hand away, just letting your hands naturally fall and hold together over your stomach.

"I really don't want to go this evening," you say with a sigh.

"You need to." Dave reminds you, "You know you will be missed, again."

"Yeah." You say weakly, before closing your eyes and nuzzling back into him.

"Yeah, you'll go?" Dave asks. "Or yeah, I'm still not going?"

"Yeah, I'll go," you shrug, "Who doesn't love sitting in a room listening to a man drone on for hours and trying to work out which one of the guys there is the one who my parents have decided I'm going to marry."

"They wouldn't have picked yet." Dave huffs. "They are bluffing."

"Not according to my mom," you snort.

"Your father is going to wait until grades come out before he decides on anyone." He wagers.

"You're wrong," you say, visibly annoyed. "They told me they've found someone. They've had conversations with him, his parents and grandparents. I am the only person that doesn't know who it is."

"So just say no." Dave snaps back at you. "You're an adult, you don't have to do what mommy and daddy want."

"Fuck you," you shoot back, "You have no idea." You grip onto the side of the tub and begin to lift yourself up.

"I have no idea?" He snorts. "You have no idea, no intention of standing up for yourself." Maybe you will do the work for him. Decide you are done and break things off so he doesn't have to think about how he can't end things with you.

You wrap the towel around yourself and just storm into the bedroom, feeling the tears you've been trying to hold back beginning to fall. He's right. You have no idea on how to stand up to your parents.

Dave sighs as you drip water all over the floor, the bath ruined. Feeling like the day has been ruined. Standing, he unstops the tub and starts cleaning it out, giving you space you want.

You perch yourself on your side of the bed, still only covered by your towel and let yourself cry. He will be out any second and you have no doubt he'll be sending you on your way.

Cleaning up the tub, he gathers up the tray of snacks, your wine and his beer to carry back into the bedroom. His own towel wrapped around his waist, he sees you crying and hates it.

You don't look at him as he enters the room, instead you just wipe your eyes and then stare down at the hand in your lap.

"I know it's hard for you." Dave murmurs after a few moments of chilly silence. "I just want you to stick up for yourself."

"It's easier said than done," you reply quietly, wiping away a fresh stream of tears.

"I know it is." He reminds himself that you are still very sheltered and innocent. "You will find the courage eventually." He predicts.

****

THE AFTERMATH.

It had been a whirlwind of a week, you had officially left St. Brennans and with Dave's support enrolled to start online classes in the upcoming fall.

He hadn't hesitated in asking you if you wanted to move in after the fight with your parents and the day after you cleaned out the rest of your things from your dorm and started to move them into your new home.

And now it's been a week, a week of hurtful voicemails and texts about how much of a disappointment you are and now your parents are standing at the doorstep of your home pleading for you to talk to them for just five minutes.

Dave slams the door in their face and turns towards you, a fierce frown on his face. "You don't have to talk to them, baby." He promises, reaching out to cup your cheek. "I'll call the police if I have to."

"It's okay, baby," you say, before pressing your lips to his. "I want to show them that they haven't hurt me." You take a deep inhale and open the door. "You have five minutes."

Your hand is being tightly held by Dave as they walk past you both and towards the kitchen.

Dave grunts unhappily as he follows them with you. "You will not yell at her, and you will not call her names." He lays down his rules immediately, giving them no chance to start. "Otherwise you leave immediately." He's not going to put up with your parents abusing you. Not in his house. If he had his way, they wouldn't speak to you ever again, but he won't make that decision for you.

They remain silent at his demands and that's when you catch her. She walks over to the chair, your chair, that Dave had bought you and begins to run her fingers across the soft fabric.

"You can't sit there," you say, immediately finding your voice as she tries to claim yet another thing from you.

The sound of your mother scoffing fills the room, yet she doesn't move. She just keeps admiring your chair and ignoring your requests to sit at the table. You see Dave's chest beginning to move more rapidly as she blatantly ignores you and before he has time to explode you take a step forward.

"Dave bought me that chair because I fell in love with it, it's mine and I'm asking you to stop and step away from it," you say, raising your voice just slightly.

"I am your mother and I will sit where I please," is all she responds and before you have time to realize what you're saying the words are floating in the air.

"If you knew the things he's done to me in that chair, you wouldn't want to be anywhere near it.

He actually hasn't done anything to you in that chair, but it's amusing how quickly your mother snatches her hand away from your chair and manages to look like someone rubbed dog shit right underneath her nose. It would be funny if it wasn’t so damn sad. "Sit down at the table." He orders both of them.

They both look at each other with disgust before sitting down, "We told Joshua's family that you have an appendicitis that burst," your father says plainly. "As far as he's aware this never happened and you can move on and marry him and we can put this whole charade behind us all."

"I'm marrying Dave, and I left a note in my dorm with the ring." You are absolutely gobsmacked at what your father is saying to you.

"The nice girl," your mom interrupts, "Deandra, she found the note and the ring and gave it to us. Joshua knows nothing. You are not marrying this man."

"That's not up to you to decide." There's a new ring that will be sitting on your finger now. He had taken you to pick it out, deciding that you deserved to have the choice, although he had argued that the stone should be bigger. He had won that one. The ring should be ready to pick up sometime this coming week and he wants to see how it looks, all fitted properly.

Dave doesn't offer coffee or tea. He doesn't give a damn if they are comfortable or think that he's a good host.

"I am marrying Dave, I've officially left St. Brennans and I live here now... Can you just wait here for a moment? I want to show you something." You say before scurrying up stairs running as quickly as you can and collecting something from yours and Dave's bedroom.

You're clutching it in your arms as you sit down and you place it gently on the table, opening the box and twisting the little knob at the back. Your parents say nothing as the jewelry box springs to life and the row of ballerinas begin to move delicately.

"He saw this and he thought of me," you say, "Dave loves me. I love Dave. And I won't become bitter and twisted because I'm being forced to marry a man I don't love."

"He is too old for you." Your father scoffs. "We know what he is, what he does. He preyed on your weakness, your sinfulness." He pontificates, shaking his head. "You should be on your knees, begging God and us for forgiveness."

Dave reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and he pulls your hand up to kiss the back of it softly. He loves that you love that box.

"You should be begging ME for forgiveness," you yell across the table, "I am your daughter and I've spent the majority of my life feeling like an inconvenience because neither of you are capable of love." You shake your head scoff before resuming your rant, "How dare you come into our house and speak about him like that? What about what you do and what you've done? What about all the times you left me alone in that house fucking terrified because you didn't want to deal with the responsibility of having a child? I would never do to a child what you did to me.”

"You were never in danger." Your mother huffs. "We were doing important work. Serving God, as you need reminding to do." The righteous sense of self importance drips off of every word.

"I was a child alone in a house." You scoff. "I was like 5 when you started leaving me. I was terrified. All of my childhood memories feel like weapons. Fully loaded and ready to strike me down." You feel an anger burn in your chest like never before, "I'm done. I don't have any interest in seeing either of you ever again.

There's a moment when you look like you are going to cave just as soon as the indignant squawking starts but Dave simply stands up and pulls you into his arms. "Please leave."

He makes sure he keeps his first ask polite so if this blows up, he can say he asked them to leave. "You are not allowed to hurt her anymore. She doesn't want to talk to you, so please leave.”

"Don't come back," is all you add. Resting your head against Dave's shoulder as you watch them get up to leave.

"He's going to wake up sooner than you're expecting and realize that you're not worth his time," your mother says, "You'll have nowhere to go. No one to turn to. You'll have nothing. Just like you deserve."

"She will have me." Dave snorts. "I am not going to abandon her. I'm giving her the freedom of choice, which was all she ever wanted. I love her, more than you could ever comprehend. And when we do have kids, they will never grow up like she did."

His hold on you tightens as you look up at him and smile, before turning back to them, "Leave. Now."

They obviously don't want to, protesting and Dave just shakes his head. "She told you to leave."

"Do you really want to make this more difficult?" you say with a roll of your eyes, "Do you think an arrest is going to look good for you both?"

He smirks at the shocked expression on their faces that you would threaten such a thing. They have probably never imagined their daughter standing up to them. "Fine." Your father spits, glaring at the two of you like you are possessed. "Don't bother calling us when he leaves you pregnant and broke."

"I'll get a good divorce lawyer," you mock, as they scramble out the door.

As the door is yanked open, Dave busts out laughing at your comment.

You listen for the door to slam shut before spinning around and wrapping your arms around Dave. "You still haven't fucked me in that chair, you know?"

"I know." He hums, holding you tighter and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That's your chair." He reminds you, rubbing your back proudly. "I love you, baby. Don't let them make you doubt that."

"Still get chills every time you say that to me," you admit, "I love you more. They have no influence on me whatsoever."

"I think we should move." Dave admits, wondering what you would think about that. "I've been talking to another college, a beach town." He figured that your parents wouldn't go to the school, and they hadn't, but he had been thinking about a fresh start for both of you.

"As long as I can bring my beautiful chair, l will follow you anywhere. Say it again."

He smirks and leans in to kiss your lips. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "Forever."

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