Daddy's Home | D.M.
Summary: Drew and Y/N reenact a fantasy of hers. 18+.
Author's Note: I miss him, bro.
Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️
Trigger warning(s): CNC.
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Drew walked around the cabin with a sinister smile on his face. Inside of her cabin was everything he imagined it to be. Cutesy little wood sayings hung from the walls. A simple rug with a couch on it. In front of the couch stood a coffee table. The warm hot chocolate still steaming from the mug. Large windows allowed the moonlight to poke through. The same very windows that caused her to find him watching her. None of that mattered now. He had her right where he wanted her.
"Daddy's Home!" He called out. The intruder listened for any sound to indicate her whereabouts. Any increased breathing or tiny sound, but there was none. Drew perked up when he noticed a small little detail that pointed him to the right direction. A corner on a rug in front of the hallway closet was lifted up.
"Now where is that little lass?" He pondered loudly. The man made it a point to kick the corner of the rug back to place. A breathy no came from the closet. This was too easy like stealing a bracelet from CM Punk.
He peaked through the small crack in the closet. There she was right for him to take. She was in a ball in the corner of the closet. Her hands gripped over her mouth to keep quiet. A pair of pajamas that happened to be his favorite covered her frame. The girl had no excuse for that one, she wanted this just as much as he did perhaps more. When their eyes met, she started to panic.
"Found you," he smirked. "Did you really think you could get away from me?"
The tone in his voice was so condescending. He appeared to really think her escape was laughable. A cruel chuckle sent shivers down her spine.
Drew grabbed her arm. Any poor attempts to escape his grasp went unnoticed by him. The words coming out of her mouth didn't make sense. Not that he cared anyway. He dragged her to her bedroom and locked the door behind him.
His hand came up to her neck before sliding down the fabric of her pajamas. He cupped her breast in his hand. Thumb swirled around her nipple causing her to whine. "Let me see what we have going on under here. Strip,"
Eyes widened to the size of saucers. There was no way he thought she would oblige to such a request. When she didn't move, the man grew impatient.
"You do it, or I do, and I assure you that you don't want me doing that,"
Piece by piece, her clothes started to come off. Her eyes darted away when she noticed him palming himself over his jeans. His hand went lower the more excited he became.
"It's cold," she complained when the last of her clothes pooled on the floor. Her arms wrapped over her chest to warm herself up and hide herself.
"Don't worry. I'll warm you up soon. I'm going to warm you up really nice. Now get on the bed. No funny business,"
She never took her eyes off of him. Obeying his orders, she crawled backward until her head rested against the pillows. The warm blankets beneath her a nice change from the cold cabin bedroom.
Drew crawled on the bed. The mere sight of her trembling almost ended him. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life.
"Open," he ordered and slapped her inner thighs. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but it definitely made her act quicker. She did as she was told. Drew placed his knees at her inner thighs to keep them open.
He removed his flannel and white t shirt. His light eyes went back to her before finding interesting pieces of equipment attached to the bedposts.
"And what are these?"
She turned her head, and her heart sank. Heat burned at her cheeks.
Black straps hung from the top corners of the bedposts. He grabbed one carefully. She could see his brain think of all the possibilities with these.
"Give me your hand,"
"But I've been good," she objected.
Drew snapped his head towards her. Fierce eyes stared into hers. She only held his gaze for a few seconds before obeying his previous command.
With little fanfare, the intruder bound both her hands securely.
Apprehensively, Drew kissed her lips. She didn't kiss him back, but there was no biting either. He continued to kiss her. Finally, she started to get involved. This was the first nice act he had done since coming into her home.
His lips left hers and started to trail to her neck. She resisted her binds when he found a sweet spot of hers. Drew made sure to stick around. He kissed and nipped at the part. A couple of times, his teeth came into contact with her flesh, followed by a quick lick.
Continuing his journey, he stimulated her breasts. Kisses and tongue laps on each of her nipples. More resistance to the straps. The bedposts creaking as they moved.
Drew wasn't bothered by any of it until he noticed her trying to close her legs. The stimulation was just a little too much for her. An idea popped into his head.
He moved his knees lower to allow her to cut off her sex from him. For now.
There was an act of pretending he didn't notice. He kissed down her stomach and up to just above her crotch. Drew feigned surprise when he noticed.
"Spread these legs, lass. It appears you have been enjoying this so far," he teased. For good measure, he mocked her whimpers and moans.
"But it's as far as they'll go," she lied.
"Not good enough. I guess we will do it my way,"
"Wha- wait!" She called out. The back of her thighs gripped in his strong hands. He bent her in half; her knees were now close to her chest. His prize is now on full display for him. The unmistakable sign of her pleasure started to wet her inner thighs.
"Don't worry, lass, I got you,"
Drew used his body to keep her in this position. Her ass rested against his muscular body. His hands still gripped her thighs to keep her legs spread.
"Shall I play with my food first or dig in?" He asked.
The only response was her trying to get out of her binds.
"I guess I get to choose," he shrugged. "All this has worked up my appetite,"
His hot breath could be felt between her legs. The warmth felt nice from the cold air. She shivered in anticipation. It didn't take long before his tongue lapped at her. He gripped her thighs tighter as a warning when she squirmed.
A moan ripped out of her from the roughness. She nodded in understanding. He wanted her to stay still and suffer. All she could do was obey. Tears poured down the side of her face in frustration.
The way he ate her out made her feel like they had been together before. He knew all the places to tease. Each flick and lick sent another wave of pleasure crashing down on her. Her legs started to twitch.
"Please, stop,"
"Oh no, lass, I don't think I should. Love the manners, though,"
With renewed vigor, he continued on. Each flick and lick of his tongue sent her closer to the edge. Her legs twitched and tensed some more. A curse signaled her unraveling.
His light eyes watched as she came undone. He lapped anything she gave him. Even through her orgasm she wasn't granted any reprieve. Y/N was truly at the mercy of the intruder. Finally, he let her lay on the bed.
"You have had your fun. Now, let me go and leave,"
The half-naked man laughed. He gripped his belt and started to unbuckle it.
"No, darling, it appears you have had all the fun. Now it is my turn,"
Y/N looked away. Every ruffling of clothes made her heart pound loudly in her chest. She closed her eyes tightly. This had to be a nightmare. Maybe if she could just pinch herself, she would wake up.
"Now who is this handsome fella?"
Her eyes immediately opened. She turned to look at him. The now naked intruder held a picture frame in his hands. A picture of her and her boyfriend. They were cuddled together with his head resting on hers. Mountains were in the background from when they visited Europe.
"He looks like someone that could use a lesson or two on pleasing a woman. Maybe we should let him watch,"
"Please, leave him out of this. I've done everything you wanted," she pleaded.
Her pleas went unnoticed. The picture frame was placed back on the nightstand. Her boyfriend's face and bright smile stared back at her. Drew climbed on the bed again.
"I have no ill will towards him. He seems like a guy I'd have a pint with. Who knows, maybe one day we will both be at the bar. I'll buy him a drink. He is going to need one when you think about me from now on,"
He placed himself between her legs. A renewed fight against her binds ended almost as quickly as it started. The head of his dick rubbed between her folds. To prolong things, he started a conversation.
"How rude of me. Do you want short, quick bursts, or do you want to feel all of me?"
"Go to hell," she spat.
"My choice again? Jeez, honey, you are quite giving tonight. It must be the holidays," he commented.
Her knees were bent to her chest again. A strong grip to her thighs to keep her still. The lewd way she was displayed for him made her cheeks burn in embarrassment. He was going to force her to enjoy this. Force her to enjoy every inch of him.
Y/N felt him push inside of her. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. She panted as her body took him. He made her feel so full. Almost filled to the brim, he pushed the rest of him forward roughly. It was to get her attention, and he had it.
"Don't be shy cause he is watching," he told her. His head motioned towards the picture frame. Her face turned to the picture. "Maybe he can learn a thing or two,"
Before any sort of retort, Drew started to pull out. He stopped just when the tip was about to come out before sliding all the way back in. The pace was painfully slow. Her body once again betrayed her.
Whenever he pulled back, she tightened around him. Her mouth parted as her eyes were half closed. Her legs relaxed in his grip. She was completely his for the taking.
Keeping a slower pace allowed Drew to control the situation. His dick hitting all her spots with ease. It wasn't long before she was chasing another orgasm. She could tell the intruder was chasing his. His controlled thrusts were being replaced by shorter, more erratic ones.
Her legs tensed, and for the second time, she orgasmed. Drew fucked her through it. His hands gripped her thighs roughly. She hissed in response. Y/N swore she heard him grunt an apology. He gave her one final thrust before he stilled. His abs tensed as he filled her.
Heavy breathing replaced the previous sounds of pleasure. Drew pulled out when he was ready. Her legs were placed back down on the mattress.
He began showering her with compliments. Y/N watched him take off one of the binds from her wrists. He rubbed her wrist gently and kissed it tenderly. The same was repeated for her other wrist.
"How did I do?" He asked. The doting boyfriend sealed the question with a sweet peck to her lips.
"Daddy's home?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Drew grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed. He covered them as he laid next to her.
"You didn't seem to mind it," he winked.
IM SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO WRITE THIS
You did an incredible job with this babes truly loved every moment reading it😍🫠
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I know you ladies will love this😍
I feel like tonight is the night of them good fics because wheew.
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