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I have to push the next chapter another week, but here is a little snippet of what's to come. (content warning: public fingering)

She gasps softly and stares at him, swallowing hard to get the pancake down. His eyes are darker, pupils blown, and so intense she can't look away. He's moving his finger up and down her slit, and she can't help it, she's wet, and her thighs twitch, and –

Suddenly the waitress returns, check in hand, but he keeps his hand right where it is. She clamps her legs together in panic, but he doesn't care, just turns to the woman and hands her his credit card with his other hand – and another smile when she leaves them again. She squirms against him as he pushes his finger deeper, teasing at her entrance, but the more she protests, the rougher he gets, eventually forcing his way into her, adding another finger, curling them.

She's aware that her cheeks are burning, that her breaths are too fast, her shoulders shaking slightly as she tries not to move against his ministrations. The woman returns to the table and hands him his card, which he accepts with a casual nod of his head, another damn smile, and an infuriatingly nonchalant air around him.

(excerpt from Chapter 18, out on Nov 16th!)

I n f a t u a t e d ♦️SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN FIFTEEN◾SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN

When confronted with her unconscious form, he realizes just how much he cares about his perfect girl, but he isn't completely sure yet that's a good thing...

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Praise kink. Free use/power play. Porn watching. Oral sex. Fingering. Butt plugs. Spanking. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 5.4k

SIXTEEN 🟥 SEVENTEEN 🟥 EIGHTEEN

He stares down at her limp form, her arms and legs splayed on the table, boneless, she's almost hanging off the edge if it wasn't for his body blocking her, for his cock still impaling her, holding her in place. He's breathing harder, still recovering from the intense orgasm, and he's only noticed that she's fainted when he has retrieved his hand from her throat. The bruises shine red and purple on her soft skin, a perfect imprint of his fingers, and a sudden cold shiver crashes through him.

His hands are on her, holding her face, carefully, rubbing at her wet cheeks, before he's shaking her gently. “Baby?” he whispers hoarsely. “Baby, wake up!”

She doesn't move, so he leans over her, presses his ear to her nose, waits for that little rattle, the soft warmth against his skin. But his heart is hammering too loud in his head, an unfamiliar panic settling in his guts. He pulls out of her, even ignores the usually savored sight of his cum leaking from her hole, and scoops her up in his arms to carry her to the bed.

Once there, he puts her down, kneels beside her, holds her face, rubs her throat, leans down to rest his head on her chest, listening hard for her heartbeat while cradling her small body. He's exhausted, strangely wary, unusually tense.

He never cared this much about anyone before. Never cared if his whores couldn't take him, surrendered to his brutal treatment, it didn't matter. They were bodies to use, and he used them, no matter what. He's brought many to the edge of death, but never pushed anyone over, they somehow always came back, sometimes with a little help. Always a burden, no reason to panic. He's not a murderer, he's a monster, yes, an abuser, a man who takes what he wants, a man who doesn't care.

But now he cares. About this motionless girl in his arms, his perfect little angel, her pliant body a perfect fit, who takes him so well, who's brought him so much joy. And the simple idea of her being... dead by his hands sends him spiraling into depths he's never been in before. This can't be happening.

He holds her tighter, presses his ear to her bare chest, holds his breath, listens. His own heartbeat is still too loud, so he slips his hand between his head and her limp body, feels for the little thump against his palm. He's too panicked, head spinning, body shuddering from one extreme into the next.

Why can't he hear her fucking heartbeat?

He breathes loudly through his nose, forcing himself to calm down, to focus. Sitting up, he grabs her hand, presses his index and middle finger to her pulse point, so fixated on sensing any sign of life that he doesn't even register the little movement at first. Her fingers twitch.

And he blinks slowly, stares, then turns his head to look at her face. Her eyelids flutter, her lips part, a hoarse little inhale vanishing into her throat. He breaks his stupor a second later, crouches down next to her head, cradles her face, watches her closely as she finally comes to. She blinks lazily, eyes hooded, reddened and bloodshot, but moving, alive.

As soon as she meets his gaze, he leans in and showers her pale cheeks with kisses, humming into her skin, relieved breaths fanning over her jaw. Her small hand finds his back, rubs, holds on, fingertips digging into his muscles.

“Shh, it's okay, you're here, it's alright,” he mumbles, a mantra to convince himself that everything is fine. She watches him in confusion, her nostrils fluttering slightly as she breathes deeply, but quicker the more he hovers over her, sharing his panic and relief with her.

“W-what... h-h-happened?” she stammers, her voice that little croak that pokes at his heart painfully.

He pulls her against him, arms around her slim form, her face pressed to his chest as he rolls her onto her side and into him. “Nothing, it's fine, everything's alright,” he keeps muttering. She stiffens slightly, but then pushes her hand against his stomach, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“Are you alright?” she asks quietly, frowning deeply.

He huffs a surprised laugh. This girl. “Yes, baby, I'm good,” he says and kisses her forehead. She settles against him, humming quietly.

He just holds her for a moment longer, until he's finally calmed down enough to reflect upon what happened. It's not necessarily the fact that he choked her into unconsciousness that deeply troubles him, it's how he's reacted to her near-death. How panicked he's been, worried out of his mind, completely headless. He has never been like this before, never, and he's dealt with so much worse. He's always kept his cool, even with a gun pressed to his forehead and a maniac with a twitchy finger on the trigger.

Then again, he only ever had to worry about his own life. There was no one else, nobody he cared enough about. Everyone was expendable, replaceable. It didn't matter. Sometimes he wasn't even really focused on himself either. He's always lived life to the fullest, balancing on the edge, taking risks, enjoying the moment. Taking what he wanted, used it, disposed of it, moved on.

This girl, however, is not only changing him as a person, making him soft (and at the same time incredibly hard, but that's a different topic), she's changing his ways. He overreacted before when that realization had come to him, when he'd fought it, and he's let his frustration about it out on the person who's responsible for it, but he's past that point, she's doing it, keeps doing it, one soft little breath at a time, changing him, molding him into something else, somebody who's genuinely upset if anything happens to her. Even if he happens to her.

The urge to protect her, keep her safe, isn't new, but it's amplified tenfold now. He wants to guide her, hold her close, make her smile and giggle (also moan and scream and cry, but again, different topic), show her a different life from the miserable one she's led before.

Exhaling loudly, making strands of her hair fly, he cuddles her close, then eventually leans back, looks at her, gathers his frantic thoughts, grounds himself. No matter how much she is changing him, he needs to go back to his roots, to the man he was before her, at least parts of it. He can't lose himself for her, she cannot have this power over him, he won't let her.

She also needs him to be tough and strong and dominating, she has to know her place so he can give her that head-empty-feeling she craves so much. She watches him when he inhales deeply, gives himself one more moment of her soft scent filling his nostrils, then he pushes away and stands up, rolling his shoulders, glaring down at her.

“Come on, let's eat,” he tells her and turns around, knowing she will follow him. Only a few seconds later, her bare feet tap over the wooden floor as she hurries after him. He picks up the sweatpants he's left next to the table and slips into them casually, then throws the shirt back to her which she catches clumsily before pulling it over her head.

He rummages through the kitchen cabinets, then stares into the empty fridge. Seems the crackers he's found earlier were the last edible thing around (apart from the very willing girl standing behind him, but he can't live off her tears and juices for too long). It's been a while since he's retreated into this cabin, usually only uses it for personal downtime. She's the first girl he's brought up here, but he hasn't particularly planned to come here in the first place.

He wanted to take her to a fancy restaurant, a hotel after that, spend the night there in luxury and comfort, really pamper her, but then his wrath has taken over and he just wanted to get away from it all, driving mindlessly, until he's remembered the cabin.

They could eat the peas he got her to cool her welts...

A grunt escapes him as he leans back against the kitchen counter and runs a hand through his hair. She's beside him, looking up at him with big eyes, rubbing at her face. Without thinking, he pulls her towards him and wraps his arms around her small body, her face pressed against his chest. Her hands sneak around his waist, warm and fragile on his skin, a grounding little touch.

“How hungry are you?” he asks hoarsely, tilting his head down to press his lips to the top of her head.

She just hums, but then he can feel and hear the rumble shuddering through her. He thinks back to the beginning of the day. They've had breakfast, he came twice down her throat, he brought her here and gave her crackers... Not your usual or even ideal diet. Sighing deeply, he scolds himself for not feeding her properly.

He's never had to take care of anyone like that before. Sometimes he even forgets to feed himself, how is he supposed to remember to give her actual food? Especially when his mind is always occupied with other thoughts of hunger when she's around. Once they're back home, it'll get better. He made a plan after all. It'll work out.

Today was an unusual day. It started okay, like he's planned, but the visit to Mistress' shop has gone completely different than he's expected. The girl wasn't supposed to be alone with that woman, he was supposed to plug her up, get her adjusted but not as overstimulated as she's been in the end. But he got distracted by that damn phone call, nothing out of the ordinary, luckily, just the usual dealings that require discretion and the right amount of money to solve, though it was still a dent in his perfectly planned day, causing him to leave her alone long enough for Mistress to get her claws into her (quite literally).

For her to tell him he's gone soft (and him fighting that truth), it derailed a lot of things inside his head. Now he has to deal with those consequences, though it feels, despite it all, that his beautiful girl's back on track, back in his arms, bruised and pained, but alive and breathing. Looking at him like she's looked at him at the beginning of their situation. Perfectly submissive. It all went well in the end, more or less, but the lack of food may still be a problem.

He can't believe he didn't keep this cabin stocked, he's usually more organized when it came to his hideouts. Heaving another sigh, he moves one hand to her stomach, giving it a gentle rub and press. She looks up at him, with those pretty eyes, then whispers: “It's okay, I'm not that hungry.”

A smile tugs at his lips as his eyes wander over her face. She's become quite perceptive, seems to be able to read him better. He's about to lean down and kiss her for how uncomplicated she is, when a chime startles him slightly. He leans back up and stares at his watch, then groans. “Well, there's one thing I gotta feed you,” he mutters and lets go of her.

He leaves her in the kitchen while he walks back to the bedroom and rummages through the clothes he's left in a pile in the corner, then finds the flat little box and returns to her, checking the fridge again for some water. When he can't find any, he takes a glass from the cupboard and runs tap water into it. Should be good enough. Definitely better than in the city.

She watches him curiously, frozen to the spot, her head tilted a little. Once he presents the pill to her, she blushes deeply, but grabs it with a shaking hand and puts it on her tongue, eyes on him, and when he hands her the glass of water, she swallows dryly, then takes a big gulp of water. Maybe he should consider a different kind of birth control for her, they might not always have time for a pill taking break.

“Good girl,” he praises and takes the empty glass from her, watching with an amused smirk how she blushes even more and averts her eyes, biting her lip. His hand finds her warm face, and he caresses her jaw gently, marvels at the contrasts of the very visible bruises on her soft skin and the utterly obedient expression in her eyes. She's adapted so well. He's had his share of bratty and disobedient girls and women, so having a girl like her for a change is definitely a nice advancement.

They end up on the couch, him lounging with his feet on the coffee table, her curled up at his side. His hand is on her rear, playing mindlessly with the plug in her ass, while her head rests on his stomach as she munches on the rest of the crackers, her small hand steadily rubbing his length through his sweatpants.

He's watching the news with disinterest, there's nothing he didn't know already, and when the weather comes on, he changes the channel, before he decides to put on something more interesting. After opening the browser and then the website, he scrolls through the various videos, then settles on one that starts with a series of loud moans that echo eerily through the quiet cabin.

The girl flinches against him, her hand closing tighter around his cock as she stares at the screen with her face warm and flushed. He watches her reaction more than the scene playing on the large TV, smiling darkly to himself. There's a woman strapped to a table with one of those automatic fucking machines penetrating her holes, long thick dildos plunging in and out of her in a sickening rhythm, the hissing of the machine mixing with her helpless moans and cries.

He lets the video play, shifting on the couch, his fingers tugging a little bit more firmly on the girl's plug. She tenses, breathes harder, and when he pulls and one of the ball-shaped bumps slips out of her, she winces slightly. He pulls more, driven by the lewd noises coming from the speakers, slowly lets bump after bump tug at her tense muscles until the ribbed vibrator is free.

He feels her deep breaths, that little sigh of relief at the loss of pressure within her, but then he puts the toy back to her sphincter and pushes it in again, bump after bump, and she mewls softly when her hole clenches around the base once more, holding it tightly in place. He keeps playing with it, until she relaxes into the motion and continues to rub her hand over his hardening erection.

The woman in the video convulses on the table, struggles against the cuffs holding her down, then the machine picks up speed, really hammers those dildos into her holes, her unfiltered groans almost drowning out the loud squelching noises. The girl shivers against him, the crackers forgotten, her free hand digging into the fabric of his sweatpants in an attempt to grab onto something. The hand on his cock just rests there now as she stares at the screen in a mixture of shock and interest.

The machine keeps whirring, unrelenting, fucking the woman on the table until she screams and spasms, coming hard around the toys assaulting her cunt and ass. She's squirting heavily around the objects inside her, and he watches the girl's reaction to it. She hasn't been too fond of her body's natural response to high stimulation before, so maybe this'll show her that others do it too, that it is indeed normal.

But she squirms against him, breaths labored, head turned away, her skin warm against his bare stomach. He clicks on another video, another woman tied by her wrists and ankles, this one on a bed, and there's a man kneeling at her hip, shoving a big pink dildo into her hungry cunt. The woman convulses, her moans loud and obnoxious, those porn star noises that make his skin crawl, he prefers his girls and women quiet, meek, soft, just like the girl now turning her head back to watch the new scene.

Mindless blabbering fills the room as the woman whines and writhes while the man pushes the toy into her at a breakneck speed. “May I come?” the woman howls. “Please, please, let me come!”

“Not yet,” the man grumbles and keeps assaulting her puffy pussy. She wails louder in response, body arching off the bed when the man slaps his hand to her clit, once, twice, harder than should be necessary, while the woman cries out every time, squirming in pain. The girl flinches against him at the motion, he rubs her rear soothingly to calm her. She doesn't have to worry about that, he's into a lot of things, but genital torture isn't one of them.

The video continues, the man always denying the woman while she struggles against her restraints, limbs shaking uncontrollably, until finally, he pulls the toy out of her dripping cunt and plunges two thick fingers into her, curling them, before really going at it as he rams them into her with a speed that's remarkable. “Come,” he tells the woman, and she does, oh, how she does.

Her body arches completely off the bed in an almost unnatural contortion, while she wails loudly, repeating “I'm coming, I'm coming” in a frantic way, and when the man pulls his fingers out of her, several jets of clear liquid shoot out of her, wetting the bed and even hitting the camera, and the girl lets out a strangled whine at the sight, pressing into him as if she's afraid it'll hit her too.

“That's squirting, baby,” he whispers, rubbing her soft butt. “Completely natural, see?”

She only mumbles against his stomach, her warm breath fanning over his skin as she looks away. A chuckle escapes him. The video ends abruptly after the man continues fingering the convulsing woman through her intense orgasm, as she keeps squirting around his digits, completely losing it. The sudden silence makes him inhale deeply.

“Another one?” he asks quietly, but the girl only exhales against him, her hand back to rubbing his cock through his pants to distract herself. He still clicks through the row of clips, then settles on one showing a woman with a cock down her throat. He turns the volume down a little as loud gagging noises fill the room, the distinctive gluck gluck gluck as a man forces his thick cock down the whimpering woman's throat, so deep her neck bulges with every thrust, so fast it's almost comical.

It's just a short clip, and the next one starts without him pressing any buttons. Almost the same scene, a woman on her back, neck tilted backwards, a man standing over her head, holding it up, shoving his cock deep down her throat. This one is leaning over her, gripping the woman's cunt as he rams his length into her, keeping her from going anywhere, the same noises as before come from the speakers, with the added bonus of his loud grunts and groans. He seems close to climaxing, really speeding up, barely giving the woman time to breathe in-between thrusts.

She's convulsing on the bed, hands slapping at the sheets, frantic for air, but he keeps holding her down, mumbling “I'm so close, baby, I'm so close” while desperately chasing his own orgasm. The woman's face is bright red, her neck bulging, he's so deep in there, balls slapping against her nose, he's cutting off her air flow completely, but he doesn't seem to care and keeps pumping, growling, groaning, until he comes down her throat with the loudest grunt yet, his body shuddering, before he finally leans back and pulls out, the woman immediately gagging and spluttering, cum and spit flying from her mouth as she turns over to –

The video cuts there, but he can imagine she's throwing up after that ordeal. Nothing he hasn't seen before. He turns the TV off after that, suddenly realizing the girl is shivering against him. She stares at the screen, lips parted, unusually pale. A single tear rolls down her cheek.

He catches it with his finger, turns her head up to him. “You okay?”

She blinks, focusing her eyes before staring at him, probably remembering her own experiences with a cock down her throat. Seeing that act from a different perspective may have shocked her a little. It doesn't look nice, not for the woman, but they are not usually the main demographic for these kinds of videos anyway. There's porn for women, and then there's these clips (and worse).

“It may look rough,” he then says, caressing her cheek. “But trust me, for the man, for me, the tight grip of your throat around my cock is one of the best feelings...”

His fingers trace along her slender neck, careful not to press too hard into her bruises. Her hand shoots up to grab his wrist, her eyes widening slightly. He clicks his tongue in warning, and she doesn't pull his hand away, just holds onto him.

“And it'll get better for you, I promise. The more we practice, the easier it'll be,” he whispers, and instead of being reassured by his words, she only looks away with a quiet sniffle. “I want you to feel good too, but remember, you are here to please me. You want to make me feel good, don't you?”

She inhales deeply, then nods. “Yes, sir,” she mumbles, leaning against his stomach, letting go of his wrist. He moves his hand into her hair and gently presses his fingertips against her scalp. A soft mewl escapes her.

“Good girl. How about we start practicing now, hm? We can take it slow, you don't have to deepthroat me right away,” he offers, caressing her hair, while slipping his free hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing it down to free his semi-hard cock.

She shifts on the couch, leans more on her knees, ass raised, hands moving forward to grab him carefully. Watching him from under her lashes, she waits for him to say the word, but he only nods, and she lowers her head and presses her lips to his warm skin. As she starts her ministrations, his hand is back between her ass cheeks, teasing the plug before he tugs on it, pulling it out slowly, watching her flinch with every bump that makes it past her tight muscles.

“Keep going,” he tells her, and she does, focusing back on the task at hand, lapping her small tongue along his shaft while he plays with her ass.

A muffled whimper escapes her when he pushes the toy back in and repeats the motion, her hand tightening around his base as she moves her lips around his tip and starts sucking softly. She's become much more confident in handling him, and it fills him with pride. Not just a quick learner, but also eager to please, eager to take care of him like he wants her to, unlike many girls before her who he had to spider gag and restrain to make them pliant enough to take his cock down their throats.

She never needed to be tied down, always took what he gave her without much fight, but he knows he'll eventually introduce cuffs and gags to her, just to show her what she can gain from it too, to lose complete control, unable to move, to just take and take and take...

He exhales loudly when she closes her lips around his tip and pulls him deeper into her mouth, and his hand pushes down on the plug, causing her to jerk against him, forcing her head lower. She pulls back, frantic breaths on his wet skin, before she repeats the motion, envelops him again, tongue flicking around him, her cheeks hollowing.

His fingers slip lower, teasing between her folds, testing the waters. She's aroused, and he's glad. He pokes at her entrance while she bobs her head up and down his cock, quiet mewls slipping past the slurping sounds. He feels himself relaxing into the couch, one hand lazily fingering her wet hole, the other resting on her head, not guiding her, just giving a bit of reassuring pressure.

She alternates between sucking him into her mouth and pulling back to lick and kiss his shaft and nibble on his tip, exploring him in a way he hasn't seen her do before. He lets her, watches her fondly, his fingers slowly pushing in and out of her slick cunt. She's shifting against him, grinding her rear into his hand, probably not even thinking about it, just following the urges of her body, and he encourages it, dips deeper, scissors his fingers, but keeps the lazy pace.

He's painfully hard when she leans over him more, angles her head just right to allow him to move deeper into her mouth, and he feels her bracing for the sensation, but when his tip teases against the back of her throat, she twitches, fights the gag reflex, pulls back instantly. He can't help himself and grips her hair, holds her down before she can shy away the next time, and she gurgles, holds him right at the edge of her throat, the tight grip teasing his tip, and when she doesn't gag, he lets go and allows her to move back.

“Well done,” he whispers, patting her head.

The praise makes her cunt clench around his fingers, and he smirks. She moves back down on him, tries again to take him deeper, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing against his shaft, teasing the bulging veins. He lets out a soft groan when his tip breaches her tight throat, she's shuddering, her hands digging into the fabric of his sweatpants, and she's almost got it, holding him like that, but after a few seconds a jerk goes through her body and she gags violently, spit filling her mouth, bulging her cheeks, coating his cock, and she pulls back spluttering.

Wiping at her mouth, she inhales deeply after the coughing fit is over. He sees the strain in her face, cheeks red, eyes watering, lips swollen, but she seems determined to continue, to pleasure him properly. After all, she isn't done yet.

He watches her, resuming the gentle poking of his fingers, feeling every shiver that travels down her body in the clenching of her walls, her wetness building up within, warm and enticing, her scent filling his nostrils. She's back to bobbing her head, shallower movements now, with only the occasional deep dip that makes him shiver in return, and eventually the tension in his stomach is too much to ignore.

“Make me come, baby,” he says, moving his other hand along her nape, massaging it softly.

She doubles her efforts, moves quicker, sucks him harder, her hand returning to grip his base and squeeze it before she even moves it to fondle his balls, another thing she's never done before, and he highly appreciates it. Her noises are louder, hums and moans, spit and precum squelching past her lips as she takes him deeper, wet warm mouth tight around his throbbing cock. Her eyes are squeezed shut when she forces his tip into her throat. She shudders, but keeps the gagging down, then moves back and resumes the quicker head bobbing, mirroring the gluck gluck gluck noises she's heard in the porn clip.

He throws his head back against the couch, closing his eyes, fingers halting inside her cunt, the others closing around the back of her neck, when he feels his balls twitching in her hand. She gives her all, and then he explodes, right down her throat as she's trying to take him deeper once more. The sudden jerk makes her gag, but she holds still, face turning red, letting him empty himself inside her mouth.

She's deliberately choking herself on his cock now, but as much as he enjoys the view, he doesn't want her to lose consciousness again, so he pulls her back, causing him to slip from between her lips, more cum spurting from his slit, hitting her flushed face. He grabs his cock and holds it steady, aiming for her obediently opened mouth, her breaths rapid, nostrils flaring, eyelids fluttering. He shoots the rest onto her tongue, then watches her roll it around before she swallows deeply and allows herself to cough and catch her breath.

She calms down eventually, still leaning over him, ass raised with his fingers in her cunt, and when he resumes his pumping, she lowers her head and laps at his deflating cock, cleaning him obediently. He moves his other hand along her jaw, gathers his cum on his fingertips and feeds it to her when she leans back to take steadying breaths, and she takes it, licks around his finger, then goes back down on him, until she's lapped up every drop he's given her.

Her muffled little “Thank you” makes him push his fingers into her harder, faster, and she mewls, gripping his sweatpants, arching her back, face buried in his groin until she comes with a little squeal, her body convulsing against his hand, her wetness seeping past his digits. Once she relaxes, breathing harder, he pulls out of her and wipes his wet fingers between her ass cheeks, poking at the plug, then gives one ass cheek a reverberating slap.

She jumps, yelps, but quickly pushes her rear back against his hand, and he slaps her again, on the other cheek, and again she seems to lean into it, so he gives her one more, and one more, until her little butt is glowing red and she's a mewling mess with her face pressed against his thigh, fingers clawing at his pants, a beautiful arc to her spine.

He moves his hand along her burning skin, down to her cunt, finding it dripping with arousal. He indulges her, pushes his fingers back into her, and she moans deeply, pressing into him when he starts fingering her once more, curling his fingers just right until he pulls another orgasm out of her that leaves her spasming hard, limbs twitching, soft muffled gasps ringing in his ears.

She collapses onto his lap, heaving chest pressing into his thighs, legs trembling and stretched out behind her. Slipping his fingers free from between her clenching muscles, he grips her waist and pulls her up, draping her over his chest as he reclines a little more. Her arms wrap around his shoulders as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, exhausted and boneless, a pliant little body molding to his larger frame.

His hands rub up and down her back, slip under the shirt, rub some more, all around her dips and curves, until he places them large and heavy on her reddened ass cheeks, feeling the blood throbbing against his palms. She relaxes against him, breathing deeply.

“You've done so well, baby girl,” he tells her quietly. “Rest now. You deserve it.”

And she does after the ordeals of the day. He'll take her to the bed eventually, and he can't promise himself not to touch her during the night, but he'll see what his body wants and if he'll follow the urges. For now, he lets her rest, come down from it all. And quite frankly, he's content just lying with her like this, satisfied and proud, still wondering how this perfect girl found her way into his clutches, and how much she's already influenced his life and changed his views and ways.

For better or worse, because if given such an obedient plaything, how can he not think about testing her limits and trying even more vile things with her? Maybe she'll surprise him all over again.

SIXTEEN 🟥 SEVENTEEN 🟥 EIGHTEEN

End notes: Wasn't this fluffy? Well. As fluffy as I could write a porn-centered story... But whatever the case, Sir is slowly coming to terms with his feelings, somehow. Isn't that something?

Thank you for reading! Next chapter on Sunday (in two weeks! Sorry, I got something big planned for Halloween)!

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#reblog #next chapter will be live on Saturday the 16th #hang in there #sorry for the delay

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apollodarling-writes · 2 years ago

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Simon Says...

MINORS DNI!!!

desc: Simon “Ghost” Riley decides to take Simon says a bit further...

cw: multiple creampies, unsafe sex, ghost was out here rawdoggin you without a condom or even asking if you were on contraceptives beforehand smh, afab reader but no specified pronouns, marking, rough sex, uhh a lil blood play cause i feel like ghost would kinda be into that, dom!ghost/sub!reader, manhandling, spanking, bruising mention, public play, a little degradation, praise, Ghost is kinda mean at first, i use the term ‘pretty’ but it’s meant to sound gn, it might be kinda shitty... sorry ;(, idk if i mentioned it already but ghost is a sadist in this, reader shows slight masochism btw, kinda??? blood drinking, some possessive themes, throat fucking, this is fucking absolute filth, ghosty boy goes feral, simon's orgasm hits real hard for him- it's prolly the mutual pining and finally being able to fuck you tbh, uhhh also pussy drunk! simon, and some cunnilingus, dumbification, virgin!reader

this isn't proofread. it's also prolly a little shitty at the end. I was rushing to get this out.

@willywonkagirly @darklordofthesimp @ifellinthebongebong @midnightlockhearth

Everything started with you challenging Ghost to a drinking contest. No one in the 141 Task Force had the pleasure of seeing the man drunk, and you would be the one to change that. Upon deciding the night was nice enough, and hoping that luck would be on your side, you had slung your arm over the man’s shoulder and proposed the idea. Surprisingly, with enough begging and batting your eyelashes halfheartedly, Ghost had finally agreed.

The rest of it was a blur. One moment you were flirting with Ghost, and the next you were being dragged to the bathrooms in the back of the bar, shoulders slamming against the cool metal of the divider.

“Ghost! What the hell?” You weakly protest, your words slurring together.

“You like to play games, don’t you?” The man growls, venom dripping from every word that leaves his lips.

“What are you-“ Ghost’s hand shoots out, gripping your jaw.

“Did I say you could speak, [Name]?” Your eyes widen as you gently shake your head. “Then don’t speak.”

You bite your lip as the Lieutenant purrs, “You learn quick don’t you, Angel?”

“Now, since you like to play games with me, what d’ya say to a nice ol’ game of Simon Says?”

Simon says?

You furrow your brows at the man’s choice of game, but agree nonetheless. With a slight nod of the head, you hear Ghost chuckle.

“We’ll start off simple, yeah?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. “Simon Says: Take off my mask.”

You blanch. “A-Are you sure, Gh-“

The Lieutenant clicks his tongue, followed by a disappointed sigh. Thick fingers wrap around the soft flesh of your throat as he ghosts his cloth-covered lips along your jaw, nipping at your flesh here and there.

“Are you gonna be good for me, or am I going to have to make you? I’d prefer that you be the good little bitch you are, but…” Ghost trails off for a moment, an arm wrapping around your back, pulling you flush against his broad chest, his other hand trailing lower and lower. “I don’t mind putting you in your place, Angel.”

His fingers just barely brush against your clothed clit- a promise of what’s to come if you’re good for him.

“Will you be good for me, Pretty?” Parting your lips as the man applies gentle pressure, you quickly nod your head. Ghost releases a sultry chuckle, butterflies filling your tummy as a result, and removes his grip on you.

“Good.”

The LT takes a step back, allowing you to shakily pull his mask off.

He’s beautiful, is your first thought.

The man had to be a god. With pretty, plush lips, dirty blond hair that’s grown out just a tad more than Ghost- no, Simon- would’ve liked, long lashes that frame his gorgeous ice-blue eyes… you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

"Ya like what ya see, Sargeant?"

"You weren't kidding when you said you were far from ugly..." You murmur, causing the man to chuckle. His eyes meet yours, a hungry, lustful look swirling within. Simon reaches his hand forward, cupping your cheek and brushing the pad of his thumb against your lip.

"Simon Says: kiss me."

You inch closer to him, gently pressing your lips against his and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. The man quickly takes the lead, tongue brushing over your bottom lip and fingers gripping the meat of your waist- surely, there would be bruises tomorrow. Simon kisses you heatedly, lifting one of your thighs and pinning it against his hip, biting your lip and tongue here and there.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy, love." He murmurs, pressing chaste kisses to your jaw, trailing down the length of your neck.

Ghost bites down on the apex of your shoulder, forcing a pained whine to erupt from your throat. He shivers at the sound and sinks his canines deeper into your flesh, reluctantly pulling away as you begin to squirm and licks up the droplets of blood leaking from the wound.

Simon's gaze drops to the bitemark he left- a pretty purple and red taking up a portion of your shoulder. Blood rushes to the man's cock, the pants he wears beginning to strain rather painfully against his flushed tip.

"Simon says: get on your knees."

You immediately obey, mouth watering at the promise those four words held. He hurriedly unzips his jeans, the imprint of his cock making you whimper. Your core pulses as he lowers his boxers, length slapping against his abdomen, the sensitivity of it causing a poorly contained groan to form in his throat.

One hand wraps around the base, roughly tapping your lips with the leaking tip, while the other tangles itself in your hair.

"Open."

You obey.

"Suck"

You obey.

Simon's hand guides your head, forcing his cock deep into your throat.

"Doin' so good for me." He groans. "Feels so fuckin' good."

Ghost holds your head in place as he comes closer and closer to his climax, length thrusting in and out of your throat. Heat pools in your tummy, thighs clenching together as one hand slowly reaches down to fondle your clit.

"'m gonna fuckin' cum. 'm gonna fuckin cum-" Simon groans, hips suddenly stilling and eyes screwing shut as his vision borders a delicious white. He shakily pulls out, fingers brushing against your cheek, and orders you to swallow all of it.

Just like before, you obey.

"Simon says: Strip."

Swallowing thickly, you begin to strip off your clothes. By now, your underwear was practically transparent- glistening in the dim lighting, the outline of your heat on display for the LT. He hooks a finger around the seams of the garment and tears the fabric from your body.

Simon is quick to replace the fabric- his tongue lazily drawing circles on your nub and fingers prodding at your slit.

"'m gonna make you cum 'fore I fuck you." Ghost murmurs his promise into the meat of your inner thigh, releasing a throaty groan as he relishes in the taste of you.

He coaxes one orgasm out of you.

Two orgasms.

Three orgasms.

Simon didn't want to stop. Between your fingers tugging harshly in his hair, the pretty purple marks blooming in the shape of his hand on your outer thighs, and the name carved into your tummy- Simon Riley was sure he was dreaming. The taste of you, the feel of you, the scent of you; everything was just too good to be true.

"Simon please- hah fuck!- need you inside me." You whine, hips bucking at just the right angle forcing a fourth orgasm from you.

"'m so proud of you, Angel. Did so fuckin good for me, yeah?" Simon stands from his kneeling position, picking you up and pressing your back against his chest- arms hooked beneath your knees and aligning your hole with his cock. "How about I fuck you dumb, hm? How about that, baby?"

"Please. Please, Si- I just need you. Need'ta be filled."

Ghost sinks you on his cock slowly, the pain from the stretch causing you to bite your lip and tears to prick your eyes.

"Si- I've never- I've never-"

"I'll be gentle, pretty. Just feel good for me." Simon begins raising you to the middle of his shaft, and sinks you down ever so slowly. Tension pools into the pit of your stomach, growing tighter and tighter, making you more sensitive as time goes on. Simon adjusts his angle, hitting a spot inside you that makes the tension crash down on you- your mind going blank and walls fluttering around Simon.

"Fuck-" Simon increases his pace- hips snapping into yours as he comes closer to his own orgasm. His hips never still as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you, fucking it back into you with each thrust.

Simon slams you on his cock, back pressed against the cool metal, as his hips snap up to meet halfway.

"'s too much Si-"

"Take what I give you, slut- oh god, 'm gonna fuckin cum again-"

Simon fucks into you faster and faster as he chases his own orgasm, forcing another from you. "'m gonna fuckin breed that pretty little pussy of yours. Need'ta make you mine-"

Simon cums a final time, dripping onto the floor as he gently pulls out from you, pressing a kiss to your temple and cleaning you up.

"Ya think they're fuckin?"

"Soap MacTavsish."

"Sorry, sorry."