"If I say you can't be friend, I'm simply saying this because I know that I'll love you untill the end, so instead I'll let you be my enemy that way I know you'll never again be my everything."
Summary: Rudy isn't happy when you "flirt" with your waiter during your date
Word count: 1100
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, dom Rudy, spanking with a belt, fingering, orgasm denial, daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, crying, rough sex
Rudy was silent on the drive home. From your point of view, dinner had gone nicely but you could tell something was bothering him. When you got home and walked inside, your suspicions were proven true.
"Bedroom. Now." He stated in a deep stern voice as his jaw clenched.
"Babe-."
"NOW!." He shouted and then lightly shoved you in the direction of your shared bedroom. You’d be lying if you said a tiny part of you wasn't intrigued or even excited about the possibilities of what's to come. You walked to the bedroom with him hot on your tail, kicking your shoes off on the way.
"What's wrong babe?" You ask as you turn to face him when you enter the room. He walks past you, sitting down on the bed.
"Strip." He demands as he continues to glare at you. You do as you're told. Removing your clothes as slowly as possible, watching his eyes roam all over your exposed body. You smirk when you catch him biting his lip.
"Now what?" You challenge as you stand in front of him completely bare.
"Be a good girl for me and come sit on my lap." Again, you do as you're told plopping down on his lap with your back flush against his chest. He moves your hair to the side and it makes you shiver when you feel his hot breath fan over your neck. His hands wrap around your front and a moan escapes your lips as he starts rolling your nipples in between his fingers. He starts kissing your neck as one of his hands trails lower down your body. "Spread your legs." He whispers in your ear and your head falls completely back into his shoulder when you feel his fingers start to ghost over your clit.
"Fuck." You whine and he smirks into your skin. He rubs your sensitive bud agonizingly slowly before his hand trails down even lower to probe your entrance. He starts with one finger, stretching you out slowly until you're wet enough to take another.
Before you know it, there's a fire building in your lower abdomen and as soon as he starts to feel you tightening around his thick fingers, he pulls them out.
"Was it worth it?" He growls in your ear.
"What are you talking about?" You whine, trying to grab for his hand so he finishes what he started.
"Making eyes and flirting with our waiter." He says in frustration and you gasp when he pushes you off of him and shoves you face first into the mattress.
"Rudy what the hell are you talking about? I -"
He reaches down, pulling you up by your hair causing you to shriek.
"Keep playing dumb and see where that gets you. You know what you did and you're gonna pay for it." He releases your hair and when you hear him fumbling with his belt, you know exactly what's coming. “Make sure you count nice and loud or I’ll restart.” He threatens and you fist the bedding, preparing for the first strike. You gasp louder than you meant to when the belt slaps across your cheeks.
“One.” You spit out through gritted teeth.
“That’s it sweetheart. Take your punishment like a good girl.” He taunted and the urge to be a brat almost took over until the second hit landed.
“Two.” You buried your face in the comforter as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.
You took the rest just as he expected you to. As soon as he delivered the last one, he threw the belt down on the bed next to you and started undressing. You winced when you felt his large hands rubbing each red and swollen cheek.
“You didn’t answer my question sweetheart.” He pulled your hips into position, lining up with your entrance and started sliding the tip of his cock through your folds. “Was it worth it?” He growls before snapping his hips forward. Your walls eagerly welcome him in, your arousal already soaking the sheets beneath you.
“Oh fuck.” You gasp as he sets a brutal pace. His fingers dig into your hips with each thrust, the pain mixing with pleasure is so overwhelming that it makes you unable to form a coherent word.
“Are you gonna fucking answer me?” He groans.
“I didn’t do anything Ru.” You spit out and he pulls out abruptly, flipping you onto your back. He crawls over you, wrapping his hand tightly around your throat before shoving himself back inside of you.
“You know how to address me when you’re being punished, baby.” He moves his hand from your throat before fisting it in your hair.
“Sorry daddy.” You whimper as he crashes his lips into yours roughly. He kisses you briefly before trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking on the spots that he knows are your favorites. He wraps one of your legs around him, making it so he can angle inside of you deeper and it has you keening.
“For the last time, was it worth it?” He asks this time in a whisper.
“Yes.” You smirk and he rips your hair back forcing you to look into his angelic eyes.
“There she is.” He coos and starts to quicken his pace before leaning down to kiss you again. You start to glide your hands through his hair but he grabs them, pinning them above your head with one arm. He uses the other to rub harsh circles into your clit. “Does my spoiled little brat want to cum?” He teases.
“Yes.”
“Then apologize sweetheart.” You nearly roll your eyes but stop yourself when you realize how much worse this could get.
“I’m sorry daddy.” You whine, feeling yourself starting to clench around his cock. When he notices, he purposely slows down his thrusts.
“Sorry for what?” He smirks.
“I’m sorry for being a brat and flirting with the waiter.” You submit and his smirk grows even wider.
“That’s what I thought.” He pants as he pushes a knee to your chest and returns to his previous pace. It’s mere seconds before you feel yourself on the brink of a release and you pray that he’s gonna let you have it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Daddy please. Can I cum?” You beg.
“Let me have it baby.” He coaxes and buries his face in the crook of your neck when you start pulsating around him. “Shit baby. Fuck.” He grunts loudly as he spills inside of you. “Don’t pull that shit again.” He growls as he pulls out, kissing your forehead sweetly before rolling over.
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