#like throw some rice and algae at me and call it f*cking sushi bby

[charliehoennam]

please and thank you

A/N: @maydearalexa​ what 👏🏽 have 👏🏽 you 👏🏽 done 👏🏽 to 👏🏽 me! I had no choice but to rewatch The Gentlemen and I ca- you know what? Just read. I hope you can understand why I took my time with this one. This man, y’all...  If you liked my work, please show support by reblogging. Sharing is caring!

Warnings: 18 & over only!! | BDSM relationship; Master/servant relationship; bondage; impact play (ass and face); absolute filthy smut; creampie; cockwarming; oral sex (giving and receiving); male! dom.;  usage of restraints and erotic toys; language. this some rated R sh*t, read at your own risk. Not proofread, apologies for any mistakes.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x (mostly)gn!reader

Word count: 3,835

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Looking down at your drawer, Ray swipes his hand over your throat as he towers over from behind you with a glass of whiskey in hand. You’re on your knees, in front of the dresser you and your husband keep fully stocked with lingerie, ropes, whips and restraints among other toys.  

“Let’s see which one you’ll wear for me tonight.”  

Your collection was quite diverse, especially when it came to your collars. Each style had different representations and set the course of your roleplaying displays. Ray had a strict rule of their use and always demanded you had one on. Not just because you looked adorable with them, but because it was more of a secret form of communication between you.  

The thickest ones were for your private trainings; strictly sexual purposes. You had to be mentally prepared for these because you knew he wouldn’t have much mercy on you when you had them on. Black and heavy, made with plush faux fur-lined leather; plain or with a ring that hung in the center to be attached to either a leash or tied to a post.

The fancy ones were for more social occasions and either made of entirely diamonds or simply encrusted with them in large letters with white leather. They were meant for public use: to show that everyone at the fancy restaurant on your dates or at the nightclubs and parties with your friends that you had a Master to go home to so you wouldn’t get too wild if he wasn’t around. Whether or not they knew it wasn’t just a necklace didn’t really matter. Ray was the only one who needed to see it on you. They were your protection collars.

Then you had your play collars and they, unlike the others, had different colors express your emotions and how you needed to be treated. They were intended to show him you wanted some sort of affection. Pink meant playful and happy. He usually put these on you in daddy mode, when he wanted you to be his good little angel. The red ones are for mischief; they warned him you were seeking spankings and rough punishments. The blue ones were the opposites. They showed him you weren’t feeling too good and needed special care from your Master.

He takes the last swig of his drink and sets the glass on top of the dresser. The ice clanks around the glass and there’s a lot more than he usually adds to his drinks, so you know there’s a reason for that.  

“I think you need some training tonight.” He says as he adjusts his glass before reaching down for one of the thick black collars with a hanging ring in the center.

“You need to be punished for that little trick at the supermarket. You thought that was funny, huh? Flashing that ass and those tits at me in the freezer aisle?”

You knew you would be punished, but it was worth it for the smirk and chuckle you pulled out of him. No one was around and you were just trying to make him smile after having a bad day, but the guy works as head of security. He knows better than anyone the surveillance cameras definitely picked it up and he’d bet the guys watching it were probably wanking off to the video of you lifting your skirt up and pulling your top down, exposing your chest completely to leave imprints of your private areas on the foggy glass doors.

“Yes, Sir. I thought it was funny enough to make you laugh. Which you did.”  

You smirk smugly thinking he won’t notice since he’s buckling the collar on the back of your neck until he lowers himself down to meet you at eye level.  

“Little one... I’m going to wipe that little smile right off your dirty mouth.”  

His gentle knuckle grazing your cheek and his innocent smile are in contrast to what you know he’s already got in store for you.  

“Come.”  

As he stands on his feet, you press your palms against the floor of your bedroom. He makes his way over to the bed and you follow beside him on all fours like the obedient little kitten you are. He pats the white duvet for you to climb up on and sink into the fluffy material, but you notice he remains on his feet by the bed. You know he means business when he’s rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt. Just the sight of it ignites the anticipation and burns straight down to your sex.

“On your knees.”

You watch him as you stand on your knees. You don’t have the courage to challenge him by looking up, even though you can feel his eyes staring down at you. He attaches a silver chain to the ring of your collar and lets it hang down to your knees.  

“Turn. Face down, ass up.”

Face pressed against the covers of the bed, you arch your back. You already know the drill. He doesn’t have to tell you where you need to keep your hands. A cold metal bar is set behind your knees. He attaches the chain to the bar, pulling your neck down into a fetal position; your hands reach down to your knees and are cuffed right beside them, into the fur-lined restraints on the bar. You’re immobile and on naked display for him.  

“Usually, I would have you count. But you don’t get to count today. Today, you will endure, little one,” he states calmly sliding a dildo gag into your mouth. He buckles the strap at the back of your head and leans down to continue whispering in your ear. “And you will not make a single sound. You see, you need to be reminded your mouth is my mouth. Your ass is my ass. Your tits are my tits. Your body is mine, I own it. I control it and you cannot go around flaunting it to strangers. You must be punished for that. Don’t you agree with me?”

You obviously nod eagerly, gazing up at him. You wanted this punishment so badly and you’re already sucking on the dildo strapped into your mouth, imagining it was his and praying he’ll fuck your throat until he cums.  

He warms you up thoughtfully with his hands, massaging and kneading your flesh like dough. He’s gentle enough to keep that sensation going to soothe you in between each open-handed spank, gradually adding a little more pressure with each hit. Then came the leather paddle. Lastly, the rubber flogger. Master was kind enough to add less pressure towards the end after you signaled him and warned it was becoming too much.  

“Shall I stop?” You shake your head.  

“Can you handle a little more if I go lighter?” You nod with tears stringing down from your eyes.  

You wanted to make him proud, exceeding your limits with every punishment. But it’s not long until you’re repeatedly tapping the bar to beg him to stop.  

“You look so beautiful.”

He chuckles gently placing kisses over the bright red stinging flesh; you adore the way he’s careful not to rub his beard against the hot sensitive area. You hear the glass of clinking ice and moan in relief at the cool sensation of the ice over your skin. Master is always so thoughtful.  

“You did very well during the first part of punishment, little angel. I’m very proud of you. That was more than usual. I might just let you cum later on.”  

He carefully spills the cold ice water over your ass, taking care of his kitten so nicely.  

“Is that better, love?” You nod.

“Shall we pause?” He grins at you proudly and you nod again.  

He releases you from your restraints and removes the gag. Once you’re propped up on your elbow, he kneels in front of you to tenderly clean your tears drool with his handkerchief.  

“Talk to me, y/n. How are you doing?”  

“I can handle more, Sir.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you remember our safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. The safe word is pepper spray.”  

“That’s right. And what do you say when Master punishes you?”

“Thank you very much, Sir.”

“Good, little one. You make me so proud.” He nods with a smile and kisses your forehead.

Ray leaves only to return with a bottle of chilled water for you. After a couple gulps, you nod at him to let him know you’re ready to continue.  

The second he tosses a pillow on the floor, you instinctively know he wants you on your knees but good kittens wait until they’re ordered.  

He’s squatting down behind you to secure the black leather restraints around your ankles. Carefully rotating your collar, he adds a chain to the ring and, gently pulling your wrists back, he attached the cuffs around them to make sure your hands stay behind you. You don’t get the luxury of touching him just yet. He reminded you your ass belongs to him and now it’s time to show your mouth who’s boss. With both your wrists and your neck chained to your ankles, you have no choice but to wait while he walks around to face you.

“You were saying some awfully dirty things at the supermarket. Do you remember?”

You nod biting your lower lip; your skin rises to goosebumps when you feel his breath on your cheek and his warmth radiating against you. His subtle scent of cologne fills your nostrils as he caresses your cheek.  

“Yes, Sir. I remember. I know I deserve this.”  

“You should know better than to tease me in places I can’t punish you.”

“Yes, Master. You’re right. I was wrong.”

“Good, little one. Now, look up. Eyes on me.”  

You nod licking your lips as you watch him unbutton his waistcoat to toss it aside. He towers over your in his white shirt and black tie. Oh, how you wish you could tug on it to pull him down and crash his lips against yours. You gulp hard when he starts unbuckling his belt; the anticipation makes your throat tingle with hunger. His hand digs into his dark-wash jeans to stroke himself.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He knows you’re craving his cock so desperately just by the way you stare at his groin, almost gasping anxiously to see his sex but he doesn’t let you just yet. Master is always in control.  

“You think I’m just gonna let you have it? Oh, no, little one. Not just yet.”  

You’re thinking what the fuck is he going to do. How else will he torture you? He could think of a thousand ways to do that and enjoy every single one of them. However, he knows the one you dread the most.  

“My, oh, my. Look at how wet you are, kitten. I think i know just how to get this pussy drooling.”  

He smirks fingering your hole to make you feel the mess you’re making.  

“Whose pussy is this again?”

“Yours, Sir.”  

“Are you going to flash my pussy out in public again?”

“N-no, Master.”

You shudder because his fucking thumb is pressured against your clit and he’s got two long fingers in your hole, checking how ready you are. You shut your fingers tightly, fighting the urge to move your hips but you know the rules. No friction for you naughty little thing.

“You’re all ready for the next step. If you do a good job, little one, I’ll let you come after this.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you very much”

He smirks devilishly as he pulls his fingers out and stands to walk over to the dresser. The Chasity belt is one of his personal favorites. It’s pair of leather panties that buckles around your hips. A large black dildo sits in the bottom of said panties to be inserted as you wear them. He controls it with a small remote; it allows the silicone member to spin and vibrate inside you and leak you of every drop.

Placing the belt between your thighs and a tight hand under your chin, he uses the dildo to tease your entrance just before sliding it into your wetness painstakingly slow. His fingertips dig into your cheeks, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. His breathing is calm; his smile is menacingly wide. A moan quiet moan escaping from you makes him and pull the dildo out and in, in and out. You can already hear the sloppy squelching of your sex entrenching the room and overtaking the silence.  

Once the belt is strapped on and the dildo is snuggly stretching you apart, Ray stands once more in front of you. Only this time, he finally has his wonderfully thick cock out twitching in his hands as it continues hardening.  

He turns on the motorized panties and you take deep breaths, forcing yourself to keep control as the dildo spins and vibrates inside you. This is only a thoughtful treat he’s allowing you for taking your spanking and whipping so well. You cannot cum without his permission. May God forgive you if you do because Raymond will make you pay.

Master can see your eyes light up. He wonders if it’s at his cock or the sensation of the panties. Whatever it is, he’s happy to see you stay so calm and collected waiting to pleasure him first. He smirks as he holds his tip to your mouth and you waste no time hesitating. You quickly get to work and start licking at the sensitive area. You need to keep your eyes on him.  

Your head bobs up and down deliciously on his length. You suck at his saltiness, hollowing your cheeks as he holds your hair back away from your face.  Lost in the delightful taste of his heavy limb in your mouth, you make the mistake of closing your eyes to savor his taste. He growls and pulls your hair back to rip your mouth away from him and squats down.  

“The fuck are you doing huh?”  

He asks furrowing his brows. A slap lands on your cheek; hard enough to sting pleasantly and redden your skin, not hard enough to bruise.  

“What did I fucking tell you?”

“K-Keep my eyes open.”

Another stinging slap. He hates having to slap you almost as much as he hates stopping mid-blowjob to correct you.  

“Are you going to fucking behave?”

“Yes, Sir. Forgive me.” You nod.

He stands again and lets you get back to his cock. Your eyes are glued to him as you suck more and more of him until he starts hitting the back of your throat, groaning at the warmth wetness of it. It’s a struggle to follow his rule when you’re gagging on his heavenly dick, but that’s why you need him to correct you; to make you the perfect little angel from his desires.

He’s down instantly and slapping you a bit harder now.  

“Are you deaf, little one? Do you need another fucking spanking?”

“No, Master!” Another set of slaps meets your other cheek.

“Shall I fucking glue your eyes open? I want them on me when I cum into your pretty little throat!”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“Only good little angels get their fucking treat. Do you want yours huh? Do you want Master to make you cum?”

“Then you need to wait and make me cum first. If you even think about cuming before me, you will spend days without any release. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal clear, Master!” You nod moaning softly as he intensifies the vibrations of the dildo. It’s purely to torture you for misbehaving, making it even harder to follow his command and not cum yet.

He’s growling almost like a wild animal as he savagely fucks your mouth. He’s relentless and his grip on your hair is unyielding. It hurts, but the pleasure rising between your thigh mixes with the pain enough to drive you insane. The restraints tighten as you struggle against them, desperate to hold his thighs and push his hips back for a bit of relief. But when Raymond gives you the orders, you must execute them flawlessly.  

Holding your head all down on his cock, you can feel the drool dripping around your mouth and dribbling down your chin and neck. You’re praying he finishes cumming down your raw sore throat soon so you wiggle your tongue flush against his balls to milk every single drop of his load. With your eyes on him, you watch him unravelling at the touch of your tongue. He’s never looked more beautiful. A sense of pride encompasses you knowing how wonderful you make him feel. You know you did a good job when he’s a mumbling mess of trembling knees.  

“Fuck, litte one...” He pants pulling your head off his cock.  

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue. Let Master see if you deserve to cum.”

You can’t help but giggle at his little rhyme, tongue proudly stuck out to show him you listened and obeyed his demands.  

“Very well done, little one.” He lowers himself down to wipe the stream of tears from your cheeks with gentle swipes of his thumbs. The grin on his face proves he’s more than content with your blowjob.  

“I think you deserves a little treat after all.”

He places a kiss on your forehead just before moving behind to finally release your limbs and unstrap the torturous device from between your legs. You stay in your position, knelt on the pillow until he orders you otherwise.  

“To the chair now, little one.”  

You obey and crawl towards the cozy armchair, sitting with your posture straight as you anxiously await to see what your treat will be. It doesn’t take him long to walk back to you from the dresser with a black leather harness and more restraints in one hand and a white vibrating wand in the other.  

Ray orders you to lift your arms, sliding them through the straps and securing the harness onto your chest.  

“Lie on your back now, little one. Get those legs up.”  

With the thigh restraints above your knees attached to the harness, your legs are stuck spread open. Such a vulgar exposure of yourself makes you feel a little embarrassed – you feel the blush growing as your eyes shoot around the room shyly – and Raymond picks up on it.

“Don’t you worry. You look beautiful just like this. You’ll look ever more beautiful when you’re begging me to stop.”  

The mischievous grin doesn’t drop as he peppers the inside of your thigh with gentle kisses that slowly inch towards where you need him the most. His palms on your ass are gentle as they remember how sore you still are from the spanking. He pulls his lips off of you when he’s dangerously closer to your wetness though.  

“Hands above your head, little one.”

You hold your loose fists up, knowing he’ll cuff them in the furry restraints at the back of the chair to keep your hands up and above your head the whole time.  

He hasn’t even touched you with anything else but the wand and you’re already working towards your third orgasm. The vibrations of the wand he’s holding your most sensitive area make you wriggle wildly that you almost believe the restraint won’t be strong enough to contain you. Raymond laughs as he watches you, enjoying every second of it.

“Hold it in, little one. Don’t you dare cum just yet.”

It’s torture to force you to fight against your desires when he’s pressing the wand against your sex, overstimulating it until you’re a panting mess of sweat, tears and desperate pleas. His tongue probes your hole, lapping up your juices and the feeling of his prickly beard right in that fucking area has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re shaking underneath him; feet kicking into the air. You want him to stop so you can fucking breathe at last, but you need him to continue because you’re...s-so...close to the edge.

“Please, Master! I can’t hold it back m-much longer! P-please!”  

You’re mortified at how hopelessly distraught you sound, sobbing and sniffling as you beg louder for your release. That’s when you feel it. The answer to your prayers.  

You suddenly feel him pushing his cock into your drenched hole as he stands on his knees, smirking to himself as he watches the sight of your slickness stick and string against his groin.  

“I said not yet, little one. You cum when I fucking tell you to!”

He laughs as you frantically try to buck your hips into his. His ruthless hips pound into you, drilling his cock so delightfully deep; his ball slap against your already sore ass, heightening the pleasure along with the pain. You’re almost sure the neighbors can hear everything; you pathetically moaning and whimpering; him groaning and grunting louder with every thrust; your hips smacking sweaty skin against skin. It’s all so much!

He hisses through clenched teeth and grips the back of your head and carefully pushes it downward, forcing you to watch his cock penetrated you violently.  

“Look at that fucking cunt! This cunt belongs to me! See?! You see how I can fuck this cunt senseless???”

You nodded whimpering and gasping, trying to get whatever air in your lungs before he pounds it out of you.  

“You like it when Master fucks you like this? Huh?!”

“I-I fucking love it, s-sir! Th-thank you so much!”

“This is my fucking cunt and I want it to cum right now.”

His order comes at a growl in your ear which you couldn’t be more thankful to hear. You cum almost instantly, letting yourself finally go and giving in to the mind-numbing wave of pleasure that viciously bursts through you. The tightness of your soaking wet hug around his cock brutally coaxes him to spill his cum inside your warmth, coating you within.

Knowing how much he loves to paint his cum over your sex with his cock as the brush, you expect it since you can feel little beads of it dribbling out from your hole. In much surprise to you, you feel his hand under your chin again as it tilts your head up at him. His lips greedily mold against yours in a sloppy wet kiss as he keeps his cock snug in you, slowly pushing it in deeper to make sure his load stays exactly where he wants it to.

“You did very well, little one. Did you enjoy your punishment and your treat?”

“Yes, Master. T-thank you so much for giving me your cum.” You mumble breathlessly.

“Would you like to stop?”

“No, Sir. I’d like to be filled up even more.”

“Good, little one.” He smirks placing a gentle kiss on your lip. “You make me so proud.”