master miller spanking as punishment but overall you two are both into it. 👀
May have gotten a bit too into this.
Warnings: Spanking, Force, Dom/Sub Relationship Implied.
Word Count: 1.4k
The sound of the broom sweeping over the hardwood floor barely covered up the telltale sound of the landline ringing. You knew who it was without a second thought, but you had promised to clean up the living room before he came home. Plus, it's not as if this entire place wasn't surveillanced. If he was really so concerned, he could check up on any of the cameras easily to see you working.
A few beats of silence before the landline started ringing again, jarring enough that your sweeping hesitated for a moment before you began working at it again. This was the last thing you needed to do. Everything was already dusted, put away, wiped down... He could wait a few more moments before you picked up the phone.
Then, the phone in your pocket started vibrating. An irritated sigh broke through you. There was no way he couldn't see you on the cameras, busy. Your hand dove into your pocket and pulled out the cellphone, realizing it had stopped ringing by the time it was fully your field of view. Your fingers idly fidgeted with it, heart picking up pace knowing he would probably be cross with you if you completely ignored him. Maybe it was an emergency?
You hit the call back button and raised the phone to your ear. A few automated buzzing sounds rang out before his voicemail patched through.
"Miller. Leave a message."
The phone was dropped back into your pocket as you rolled your eyes and tried not to assume the worst. Back to finishing up the sweeping, you supposed.
About a half hour went by, and the house was spotless. There had even been some time to mop. He couldn't be mad at you seeing the cabin in such a lovely condition... right? The thought was pushed aside as you sat down on the couch, drinking something warm and letting the cool breeze come in through an open window. Your eyes closed, finally, in a relaxed daze when the sound of his car pulled into the graveled driveway. A jolt of adrenaline shot up through your spine like lightning with the heavy sounds of his work boots hitting the old wood of the front porch. Your head whipped around towards the front door as it swung open, seeing Miller with his nostrils flared and tight-lipped expression towards you. He normally took off his boots immediately upon coming home, but he made a beeline towards you.
He tightly gripped your wrist with his hand, leering down at you. He had barely began to pull you up as you hopped to your feet, knowing that he wasn't in the mood for any sort of discussion.
He tugged your body towards the recliner in the living room and sat with his knees spread, boots firmly planted on the ground and hand still held steadfast on your wrist. His prosthetic hand open-palmed smacked his thigh a few times.
"Bend over." He was seething. It was obvious he was trying to keep himself composed, but his words cut through his teeth like poison.
There was no room for arguing when he was like this, you had been together long enough to know that. Your body wilted down towards him, carefully bending forward to his knees to get in position, when he let go of your wrist and man-handled you forcefully down. A surprised yelp escaped you.
With you like this over him, a breath he had been holding sighed out from him. His shoulders relaxed a bit, his breathing evened. His left hand moved to shimmy off your pants, you lifted yourself up a little to help. A shiver ran through you as cold air hit your flesh, and his hand went to caress the skin there gently.
"When I call, you answer."
Your body trembled feeling the rough callouses of his hand pet you. It was deceivingly tender. It was difficult to lean into the caresses knowing what was to come.
A steady stream of air came from above you, his irritation palpable in the air. His hand left you for a moment before coming back down and colliding with your flesh, earning another keening yelp from you as your body lurched forward. His hand rubbed into the part where he hit.
"When I call," his hand left your skin again, raised up and waiting.
"I answer." It came out more pitiful than you would have liked.
Another swift smack into you accompanied a bitten cry from your mouth. Your fingernails dug into the hard denim of his work pants with every hit.
"I saw you ignore my calls. I saw you roll your eyes." His hand rubbed soft circles into your skin as he spoke. "You're lucky I'm not using my belt on a brat like you."
Fingers gripped onto the hem of your underwear and pulled them down to your ankles, joining your pants.
"You don't know anything about the dangers out there. I could have been calling you to tell you to hide or lock up the house."
Another hard smack on your totally exposed backside. You couldn't help it, a loud cry rang out from you as your eyes began to water from the radiating pain. His open palm flexed on your skin, rubbing the area where he hit you again, kneading the flesh and making the pain radiate further.
"Oh? What's this?" His fingers snaked in between your thighs to feel a familiar dampness between them. He laughed above you, then dipped a single finger in you slowly, circling your entrance.
Miller didn't waste his time prepping you as a single finger pistoned at a brutal pace into you. Before long, another finger forced its way into you, hand twisting as they both went as deep as his knuckles would allow him to. Your fingers dug deep into his pants trying to find anything to ground you into this moment. A couple fat tears dripped down your cheeks with the intensity of his heavy petting.
"M-Miller, I'm s-sorry." Your voice came out in pitiful whimpers through hiccuped breaths.
"Oh, you're sorry, are you?" His prosthetic hand went to grab a fistful of your hair from the root, pulling up your head so you made eye contact with him through his shades.
"I'm s-sorry for not answering the p-phone."
You felt incredibly empty at the sudden absence of his fingers in you. His hand let go of your hair, both instead went to grab your waist and placed you sitting upright in his lap facing him. The abrupt change made you dizzy, but you came back to from the distinct sound of his belt unbuckling echoing through the living room. A hand went down to pull out his stiff cock, showing you he had been enjoying your little session as much as your body had been.
"Prove to me how sorry you are, then."
Your shaking hands went to rest on his shoulders as you slowly lined up with him. Both of his hands held on to your waist while you lowered yourself on him. His cockhead barely entered you before he bucked himself up and tightened his grip on your waist ensuring you couldn't move yourself away from him. In a few swift bursts, he was fully sheathed inside you, rutting into you with white knuckles from the painful grasp of your flesh.
That was it, your body was exhausted and fell forward on him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you buried your face into his throat, allowing him to fuck you with wild abandon. A litany of broken apologies fell from your lips, trying anything to make amends to someone who you knew only wanted to protect you from whatever he himself was afraid of.
You knew he was close as he started swearing directly into your ear. His bucking became out of cadence until he pushed you down flush on him, cumming as deeply as he could into you. You were both panting desperately. His arms came to wrap around your back, one of his hands snaking up to rest on the back of your head and caress your hair, pressing you further into his neck.
His demeanor changed in an instant, hushing and cooing you while your body trembled in his embrace. Soft kisses were planted to any skin close enough to him.
"Just be good to me. You know I'm just trying to keep you safe."
