25 Days of Kinkmas: Day 9
Day 9 Prompt: Tied up with Bill Skarsgard for @pennywisethot
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I’ll go back and check for errors later, enjoy!
He sat at the dinner table with one fist resting on his thigh while the other supported his chin. It felt too hot in the restaurant, the suit he wore not helping the situation, and neither was she. An erection that he’d been hiding for hours was making his balls ache. Of course, she was blissfully ignorant of that, or if she wasn’t, she didn’t care. She was happily chatting away with Alex and Gustaf while they celebrated the new role Bill landed.
It started that morning; he’d woken up to feel her ass rubbing against the crotch of his sweats as she snuggled closer to him. He’d taken this as her wanting a little morning quickie, but she slipped from his grasp when she felt him inching closer to her. It stung, but they had a busy day and he let it go. Then he walked into the bedroom after his shower to see her getting dressed. She was bent over, pulling on a pair of black panties that she was well aware of him loving. Her garter belt was laid on the bed along with her dress and bra, sending another pang of arousal running through his system. She peeked over her shoulder at him and gave a coy smile, and that’s when he knew it was going to be one of those days.
They did some running around before meeting up with his family, and she only made it worse for him. Little touches here or there, her lips lingering on his longer than they should have, pressing up against him in a crowded elevator. He could barely look at her without hundreds of filthy ideas clouding his thoughts. And now, as his eyes shifted to look at her beside him, he could see that she knew what she was doing. This was confirmed when her fingers came to rest on his leg, inching higher and higher until they were just touching the tip of him. He let out a low hum, exhaling loud enough for her to hear but nobody else. She looked over at him and batted her lashes innocently, smiling. He clenched his jaw and began planning all the ways he’d fuck that little grin right off her face.
As the dinner wound down and everyone wandered out, hugging goodbye and dodging the cameras flashing everywhere, she knew that he was in a sour mood. She also knew that she was to blame for it, and that opened up the possibility of what he’d do to her in retaliation. He was silent as they waited for the valet to bring the car around, lighting a cigarette and snapping his lighter shut a little harder than necessary. He took a long drag from it and exhaled, letting the smoke coincidentally blow her way. She crinkled her nose and glared at him, arching a brow. He ignored her and continued dragging on it until the car appeared. Normally, he opened the door for her to get in first, but not tonight. She had to fight the feeling of her jaw dropping and pulled the door open, slamming it shut. He gunned it down the busy street, knuckles gripping the steering wheel until they turned white.
“Something wrong?” she asked after ten minutes of silence, shifting in her seat to expose a little more thigh for him. He waited before answering, pursing his lips and refusing to look at her.
“Tired,” he said coolly, giving her nothing more than that. She fought the smirk that threatened to break out across her face and turned her attention back to the darkened road.
The ride back was only around forty-five minutes, but felt like it lasted hours. He was stoic, barely saying two words to her. Both of them were aching for the other, but neither wanted to acknowledge it and risk losing the game they played so often. So they stonewalled each other and waited anxiously for someone to break. Bill was the first to speak as they were pulling into the long driveway, but his words didn’t cost him the game. Instead, they confirmed to her that the game was on after all. He looked over at her with a loving expression, so out of character for him because of his actions all night, and he stroked her chin with his thumb.
“Oh, Princess. You’re really in for it tonight,” he said with a charming smile, unsettling her and making her squeeze her thighs together in her seat. They pulled up in front of the house and he cut the engine off, getting out and opening her door for her. She swallowed thickly and stood up, straightening her dress. He shut the door and she felt a large hand slap her ass, grabbing it roughly as they walked inside. Locking the door behind him, he strolled over to the bar in the living room, pouring himself a scotch and unbuttoning his collar.
“Go upstairs and wait like a good girl,” he said to her, gulping his drink down in one shot before pouring another, “And lose the dress.”
She was giddy, scurrying up the stairs to the bedroom while trying to remain calm on the outside. He saw right through her though and once she was out of view, he smiled to himself and shook his head.
In their room, she quickly unzipped her dress and tossed it to the side. She almost took everything off, but he’d said the dress, not the rest of it. Still in her heels and lingerie, she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, tapping her foot anxiously. Her heart hammered in her chest as she heard the sound of his shoes on the wooden floors. Slowly, he pushed the bedroom door open and walked inside, completely disregarding her. His suit jacket was in one hand, his drink in the other; the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt were rolled to the elbow and his collar was loosened, tie still hanging from his neck. He hung the jacket in his closet and sauntered back out, coming to stand in front of her. She looked at him expectantly and the corner of his mouth pulled into a half-smile.
“Good girl, only taking the dress off. Nice catch,” he said, “Doesn’t help you much now, but I’ll keep it in mind for next time.”
She swallowed hard and nodded, waiting for his next move. One hand rested on the bulge in his pants, languidly rubbing the outline of his cock and his other shot out, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back at a sharp angle. She gasped, feeling him push her body down so she was on her knees in front of him, face inches from his hand.
“You want this cock, Princess? Sure seemed like it today,” he mused; when she didn’t answer he pulled her hair again, getting a small whimper from her, “I asked you a question.”
“Y-Yes,” she whispered, hands gripping his legs to steady herself.
“I said, do you want this fucking cock?” he nearly shouted, bending so he was closer to her face as he yelled. Before she could answer, he pushed her head into the front of his pants, watching her squeeze her eyes shut and dig her fingers into his legs where she held them.
“Well?” he yelled, pulling her away and getting in her face again.
“Yes!” she whined, staring up at him with both fear and excitement. She loved when he got like this, but it took a lot of work. It was always worth it, though.
“Well, too fucking bad, Princess,” he sneered, shoving her away. He went and sat down in the chair next to their bed, sipping his drink and looking back at her with lust-filled eyes. She watched him undo the buckle of his pants and unzip them, pulling his erection free as her eyes widened.
“Let’s see that pretty pussy, little girl,” he said, stroking his cock slowly, “Open your legs.”
She got into a sitting position in the bed and parted them, rubbing a hand down the soaked fabric. He hummed in approval, jerking himself a little harder as he watched her touch herself. She unclipped the garter belt and slid the panties down her legs, spreading wider for him. His brows were knitted together and he licked his lips, eyeing the glistening skin. He slowed his strokes down and shifted in his seat, waving her over with a single finger. She stood up and walked over to where he was sitting, waiting for his order.
“Daddy’s got a treat for you, since you’re listening so well,” he said, stroking his cock once more and squeezing around the tip to let precum leak out; he swiped his finger through it and looked up at her, “Open.”
She bent down, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around his finger to suck it clean, tasting the salty fluid on it. Moaning, she hollowed her cheeks and pulled back. He used the wet finger to trace a feather-light line up her pussy, teasing her lips but giving her nothing more.
“Come here, baby girl,” he said, hooking a finger in the garter belt and tugging her forward, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”
She straddled his knees, resting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. He kept her at a distance, making sure his cock didn’t touch her aching core; he refused to give her any stimulation until he was good and ready. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his fingers while staring at her full chest. One reached up and made quick work of the bra, watching her blush as she was completely bare to him.
“Give me my tie,” he said, but caught her wrist before she could grab it and arched a brow, “Uh uh. Teeth.”
She bowed her head slowly and took the silk fabric between her front teeth, carefully pulling it from his neck. Once she had it off, she raised her eyes to meet his and saw a satisfied smile on his face. He held his palm out on front of her mouth and let her drop the tie into it.
“Arms behind your back,” he said, running his fingers over the silk and waiting. She struggled to balance herself but managed to press her wrists together behind her. He reached around and kept eye contact with her as he tied her hands up tightly, testing the knots several times to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere. She felt her pussy quivering, wanting so badly to be touched that she rolled her hips gently against his thigh. He looked up at her and smirked, his hands trailing down to her waist to make her rock into his thigh again.
“Just dying to get fucked, aren’t you? Why don’t you ride Daddy’s thigh like you ride his cock, hm?” he asked, but she knew that it wasn’t an option. He guided her body, pushing her down to rub her sensitive clit into the fabric of his dress pants. Her breath caught in her throat and she shut her eyes, slowly getting into a rhythm. His knee began to bounce, rubbing her harder and feeling like it was vibrating beneath her.
“Ahh, fuck,” she whispered. He grabbed on breast in his head, eyeing the piercing that kept the nipple poking out and sucked it into his mouth. She whined louder and looked down to see his big eyes staring up at her, watching her tremble with pleasure. His teeth pulled the piercing forward to the point of hurting, but she just continued rutting into his thigh, too happy to feel him touching her to care.
“Oh, you going to cum for Daddy already?” he asked, switching to suck on the other nipple. She should have known better, but she was so caught up in how good it felt to rub her clit on him that she slipped.
“Fuck, yes, please,” she said, gasping as she felt the build up start to peak in her belly. He let out a low laugh and stopped bouncing his leg, grabbing her by the tie on her wrists to pull her backwards. She almost fell, but he caught her and positioned her over his knees, grabbing her ass while his nails dug into the flesh.
“You think you get to cum tonight? Cute, Princess. Real cute,” he said, reaching between her legs to roughly work a finger into her clit and laughing as she squirmed, “Bad girls don’t get to cum.”
She already knew what was coming when he pulled his fingers away from her pussy and felt his moving his arm back. When she didn’t feel the initial blow, she wanted to turn her head and see what the problem was but didn’t dare. A second later she felt his lips on the swell of her ass, sucking and biting until it hurt. Her fingers could feel his hair brushing against them as he nipped at her flesh, not stopping until there was a huge bruise on her cheek.
“This belongs to Daddy,” he scolded, “and I’m the only one who makes you cum, understand?”
“Yes,” she said, wishing he’d leave another bruise on her ass somewhere. This fantasy was quickly destroyed as she felt a large hand draw back and slap her ass, lingering on the stinging flesh to intensify the pain.
“Count them,” he ordered, waiting for her response.
“One,” she croaked, gasping as she felt him pull away again.
“Louder!” he said, slapping her other cheek this time to give her matching red welts on both.
“Two,” she cried, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear.
By the time he was done, she’d counted to fifteen. It was far more than his usual and her entire ass and upper thighs were covered in aching red handprints. Her body was shaking with pain but she couldn’t wait to see what he would do next, the excitement of the unknown making her pussy even wetter than it already was.
“On your knees,” he said, pulling her up by the tie again and hastily situating her between his legs, holding his leaking cock in his free hand. She licked her lips as she eyed it, ready to turn the tables and get him moaning and writhing. He ran his fingers through her hair, smoothing it away where the sweat from being spanked had it stuck to her forehead. The other hand brought the tip of his cock to her lips and rubbed it across them, watching her tongue dart out to lap at it.
His fingers tightened in her hair and he shoved her head down quickly, bottoming out on her in the first stroke. She gagged and his head fell back against the chair while he licked his lips, rutting his hips into her mouth. His jaw was slack as he watched her struggled to accommodate him, tears pouring down her cheeks before he pulled her off him. He settled into a slightly gentler pace, rigorous but not cutting her air off nearly as often. His hand stayed in her hair so he could move her head how he wanted and he rolled his hips forward to get deeper into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “God, Princess. That pretty little mouth looks so good wrapped around my cock.”
Hearing his words of praise renewed her stamina and she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks and taking him as deep as she could. Her eyes locked on his as she sucked his cock, her gaze making him writhe and shortening his breaths to quick bursts. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him when he pulled out, stroking the hypersensitive nerves tucked beneath the head.
“Yeah, oh fuck, just like that, baby girl,” he crooned, groaning and gasping at how good she felt. It was difficult to remain dominant when she was making him want to cum down her throat already and he knew if he wanted to make this last he’d need to stop. He reluctantly pulled her off his cock and watched her gasps, lips swollen with saliva dripping onto her chest.
“Suck Daddy’s balls, baby. You know how much he likes it,” he said, directing her mouth to them and letting her work her tongue along the flesh. It took every bit of restraint for him to not bend her over and start fucking her right then and there. His eyes never left her, taking mental images of this moment for the next time he was away from her and needed something to stroke it to. He sucked in air between his teeth, hissing as he felt her teeth graze his skin. She knew how that made him weak in the knees and arched a brow at him as she continued. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it while she licked his balls, humming to send vibrations up through his body. Slowly, he began losing control and pulled her up by her hair back into his lap.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he breathed, “I’ll let you mark me up, just this once though.”
She smiled mischievously and leaned her head to kiss his neck, working her way up agonizingly slow to right below his ear. He gripped her ass, squeezing it and letting her roll her soaked core against his cock. Her teeth scraped against his sweet spot and she felt him clenching his jaw, struggling to hold in his moans as she suckled the tender skin. The wet pussy grinding on him and her mouth teasing him had Bill gritting his teeth together in a vain attempt to control himself. She wasn’t going to go easy on him, not when her own skin was still sore from the bruise he gave her and the spanks she’d had to endure; she made sure to give him a large, deep purple mark beside his jawline, loving the way he groaned.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growled, moving her hips faster against him. The tip of his cock occasionally rubbed her clit and her breathing would hitch, but he was careful to keep her on edge. She pulled away and admired her work, wanting more than anything to continue marking his body, but he was already standing up and getting her on her feet. He walked her to the bed and bent her over, moving her so she was on her knees with her cheek resting against the blankets.
“Daddy wants to taste his baby girl’s pussy,” he said, forcing her ass higher in the air. His tongue made contact with her swollen lips and she nearly screamed, so eager to have him pleasuring her. He held her thighs apart, nose teasing her entrance as he lapped and sucked her pearl, tongue tracing delicate circles into her folds.
“God, yeah, right there,” she moaned. He didn’t like her thinking she could claim control whenever she felt like it and slapped her ass again, harder than before to make her scream. She shuddered and whined, pleading for more than he was going to give. Pulling away, he grabbed the discarded panties and stood up, turning her head to the side forcibly.
“Open your mouth,” he said, lips curling back over his teeth. She did as she was told and he pushed the panties onto her tongue, pushing her jaw shut around them. He knelt back down and returned his attention to her pussy, sucking the lips while he stroked his own cock. Her whimpers were softened and all she could do was express her pleasure with her body; rolling her hips on his tongue, tensing up, trembling. His hand came to rest on her back and he dragged his fingers down it, leaving five angry, red lines while she hummed through the panties. He liked her wits and snappy comebacks, but he loved quieting her down in the bedroom.
“You’re not cumming yet,” he said, licking two fingers and sliding them inside her, “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s fingers, Princess.”
He kept his arm still and his fingers a certain distance away, making her struggle to thrust her hips against them. When he felt her getting too comfortable, he’d move them further back so she’d have to find the right rhythm all over again. It was tortuous and she felt herself getting more and more strung out on him, practically sobbing with the need to cum. Finally, he quit backing off and let her work her pussy up and down his long fingers, slowly inching closer to her end. He felt her walls tightening around him and waited until she was right on the verge of cumming to pull them out, instead slapping her pussy to make her jump away.
“What did I tell you? You want to cum so fucking bad? Get on your fucking back,” he said, tone indicating she was definitely in trouble now. He watched her struggle to get up, refusing to help her. Once she was on her back, arms aching already from the pressure, he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart, shoving his middle and ring finger into her pussy.
“You asked for it now. Daddy’s gonna make you squirt, maybe then you’ll remember who owns this fucking pussy,” he said, lips pursed as he started working his fingers in and out of her. He’d done it to her before, less maliciously of course, but he knew his way around her pussy and could get her screaming faster than any man she’d ever been with. She was already so high-strung from him that the first two minutes were enough for that agonizing pressure to build in her cunt as he hit the one spot on the top of her walls that made her thighs shake. Her brows were scrunched together, a pained expression on her face as the knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and grabbed her by the chin, staring her down as he finger fucked her.
“Don’t you dare look away from me, I want to watch you cum and hear you call my name,” he warned her. His pace was relentless, fingers moving like a machine and going deeper into her. Her chest was heaving as she struggled to breathe, the deliciously tight feeling in her pussy getting overwhelming. She felt her toes curl as the rope snapped inside her and threw her head back with a scream.
“Oh my fucking god, Bill, yes, fuck!” she sobbed, soaking herself, his hand, and the bed as he kept going. He bent down and kissed her as she moaned, not stopping until she was near crying. Once he leaned back, she watched him lick his fingers clean as he held her gaze and then traced a stripe up her twitching pussy with his tongue. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side, pushing his dress pants down enough to fully expose his cock before sliding it into her. She was tight and wet around him, and he shut his eyes to let out a throaty moan at the much needed sensation.
“Oh baby, Daddy loves this pussy,” he groaned, pulling her legs up so they rested on his shoulders. The angle allowed him deeper and kept her clenched up, hitting the spots she loved. Her moans made him want to fuck her even harder and he leaned forward, holding one leg in the bend of his arm to keep her spread. His strokes were long and deep, hips rocking forward languidly to make her feel every inch of his cock. She could see him coming apart, from the sweat dripping down his sculpted chest to the way his jaw flexed, clenching and unclenched with the effort to hold out just a little longer. Her body was nearly folded in half as he fucked her, grunting and telling her how good her pussy felt on his cock. She was eating it up, loving the praise and attention. No matter how frustrated she made him, sexually or otherwise, he adored every part of her.
“Tell Daddy how much you love my cock, baby girl,” he said through gritted teeth, resting his forehead on her own to stare her down.
“It feels so fucking good,” she whined, biting her bottom lip and staring back at him. A smirk pulled at his lips as he saw her gasping with every deep stroke. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to cum.
“You ready for Daddy to fill you up, Princess?” he asked, snaking a hand down to rub her clit and feel her tighten around him again.
“Fuck yes, please fill me up,” she begged, meeting his thrusts and rolling her hips into his fingers as he circled her clit. He worked his cock faster, rutting into her with bruising force and dragging her to the edge with him.
“Ah, fuck,” he shuddered, cock twitching as he came and bucked into her, cum seeping out with every gentle thrust in. He pulled his cock out and replaced it with the fingers of the hand rubbing her clit to give her one last climax.
“Oh god, right there! Fuck!” she screamed, cumming on his hand again as he fucked her through it, his eyes heavy-lidded while he watched her. Her body was jerking by the time he relented, pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to her mouth.
“Suck them clean,” he said, moaning as she wrapped her lips around them and licked each finger. He stood up and collapsed on the bed beside her, reaching to free her from the tie. Her hands were numb and ached, but she was in no way complaining. She moved closer to him, resting her head on his dampened chest and listening to the pounding of his heart against his ribcage.
“God, you were amazing,” she breathed, feeling him shake with a laugh. He pulled his light and cigarettes from the pocket of his pants; he lit one and took a long drag before passing it to her to do the same.
“I gotta keep things interesting for my kinky girl,” he smirked, looking down at her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“If that’s the case, I’ll have to start teasing you more often,” she giggled, handing him the cigarette, “I need a shower after that.”
“What a coincidence,” he said, taking a few more puffs from it before sitting up and putting it out in the ashtray on the nightstand, “So do I.”
She stood up shakily and walked to the bathroom with him in tow, turning the water on to let it fog up the room. He finished undressing completely before joining her, wrapping his long arms around her while they stood under the stream. She shut her eyes and just relaxed, sighing as he kissed her neck. She was sure she’d melt into a puddle as she felt his long fingers massaging her scalp while he washed her hair, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. It was incredible to see him go from a complete Daddy to a pile of mush, but she loved all of it. Never in her life did she have someone love her the way he did, and she doubted she’d ever find someone else if he was gone.
They stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, both wrapping up in towels and scurrying out to their closets to get dressed before they froze. She came back in a pair of shorts and one of his old t-shirts; he was wearing gray sweats that she always teased him about because of how low they sat on his waist, but she secretly loved. He’d tossed the soiled blanket into the laundry and put a fresh one down. They climbed into bed and snuggled up together, content in each other’s embrace.
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