cooper had to fly out somewhere far for a movie hes in so you guys were apart for like a month and you guys need eachother BAD. so when he gets back you have the roughest steamiest sex ever???? like...switch!cooper...kinky...slight bdsm...
hey! how are you? hope you like it. sorry for being soooo late. xx
𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?╰┈➤ 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗈𝖼𝗁
synopsis: cooper spent thirty days away, shooting his new movie. thirty days of frustrating texts, longing, and promises. when he finally unlocks the apartment door, the rule is clear: whoever caves first loses control. a night of absolute possessiveness, role reversal, and physical chaos where both are willing to do whatever it takes to dominate each other.
paring: cooper koch x fem reader
warning: explicit sexual content, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, bondage and restraints, spanking, bratting, biting and marking
you and cooper have been dating for a long time, but ever since his career blew up in hollywood, he spends a lot of time away. and this time is no different. a month apart felt like an absolute eternity. he was traveling to shoot a movie, and you couldn't settle for just texting anymore. you needed him.
your phone screen lit up the dark bedroom while you reread your last conversation. the time zone difference meant he was often on set while you were trying to sleep, which only added to the frustration.
you: i can't take this empty bed anymore. i'm losing my mind here without you.
three dots pulsed on the screen, indicating he was typing. the reply came fast, loaded with the same impatience you were feeling.
cooper: just left the set. you have no idea how badly i need you right now.
cooper: just a few more hours. my flight is tomorrow morning. i'll be there in the afternoon.
you sighed, your fingers typing quickly. the longing was already turning into an urgent, physical need.
you: a few hours is a long time, cooper. i want you here. now.
the delay before his next text made your heart race. when the message finally came through, his tone had completely changed. the exhaustion gave way to that dark, dominant posture that always made you breathless.
cooper: don't tease me when i'm miles away and can't do a damn thing about it.
cooper: have you been a good girl while i was gone?
you smiled at the screen, feeling a shiver. the tension between you two was heavy and electric, even through the phone.
you: maybe. i guess you'll have to find out when you get home.
cooper: oh... you're playing with fire.
cooper: i will find out. and i swear to you, the second i lock the door to that apartment tomorrow, you aren't going anywhere.
cooper: go to sleep. save your energy. you're gonna need it.
the screen went dark, but sleep was completely out of the question. the countdown to his return had gained a new weight, and the promise in his words left your entire body on high alert.
the next morning seemed to drag on forever. you barely managed to close your eyes during the night, the anxiety and desire pulsing in your veins. when the sun finally lit up the apartment, you jumped out of bed. it was so close now.
you wanted everything to be perfectly ready for your boyfriend's arrival. the shower was long and meticulous; you prepped your skin, shaved carefully, and rubbed the lotion he always praised all over your body. back in the bedroom, you opened the drawer and didn't hesitate with your choice: you put on that lace lingerie, his absolute favorite. it was the piece that always made cooper's eyes darken the second he saw it.
then, you sprayed your perfume on your pulse points, your neck, your wrists, and your chest, knowing exactly the immediate effect that scent would have on him after a whole month apart. the apartment was spotless, the silence broken only by the ticking of the clock.
wearing only a light robe over the lingerie, you started pacing back and forth in the living room. your heart was beating hard against your ribs. every footstep in the hallway outside made you hold your breath, waiting to hear the metallic sound of his key turning in the lock. he was almost there. the promise he made over text echoed in your mind, giving you goosebumps.
the metallic click finally tore through the silence of the room. the key turned, the handle gave way, and the door opened.
cooper was there. his hair a little messy from the flight, his jacket slung over his shoulder, but none of that mattered. what stole your breath was his eyes. dark. starving. the second his eyes met yours, any trace of exhaustion vanished, immediately replaced by a pure, overwhelming need.
the jacket and the duffel bag hit the floor with a dull thud. he didn't even hesitate. with a quick, decisive step, he kicked the door shut behind him with his heel, locking the two of you away from the rest of the world, exactly as he had promised in the texts.
before you could say anything, he was already on you. his large, warm hands grabbed your waist firmly, pulling your body flush against his with a force that made you gasp.
"god, you are so beautiful. you have no idea how much i've dreamed of this," he murmured, his voice rough and desperate scraping against your skin. he inhaled the perfume on your neck, the scent he had missed so much, and then his mouth found yours.
it wasn't a soft, longing kiss. it was possessive. he kissed you as if he needed your taste to breathe, his lips devouring yours while his hands traveled up your back, pressing you hard against his chest. every touch sparked with the electricity of a whole month of repressed desire.
"mine," he whispered against your lips, alternating words with hot, wet kisses on your neck and jawline, marking his territory. "so perfect... i missed you so much. you drove me crazy this entire month."
his large hands slid from your neck straight to the tie of your robe. he took his time untying it, but the firmness in his fingers made it clear who was in control of the situation. when the light fabric slipped off your shoulders and fell into a puddle at your feet, the silence in the room felt deafening.
cooper's gaze dragged down your body, taking in every inch of that lace lingerie you had meticulously chosen. his breathing grew heavier, his jaw tight as his eyes darkened with a mix of adoration and hunger.
"you knew exactly what you were doing when you put this on to wait for me," his voice came out as a low, harsh growl, loaded with an authority that made you tremble. his fingers traced the edge of the lace on your waist, sending an instant shiver across your skin.
you tilted your chin up, holding his gaze, feeling courage and urgency mix together. "i told you over text that you'd have to find out if i behaved when you got home. do you like the surprise?"
he gave a half-smile, dark and dangerous, pulling your waist to glue your body back to his. "i love it. and now i'm going to show you exactly how much."
without warning, cooper's hands dropped to your thighs and, in one quick, fluid motion, he lifted you off the floor. you gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the texture of his wrinkled shirt.
he didn't hesitate for a second. cooper walked toward the hallway, his dark eyes locked on yours, carrying you with an ease that made the difference in strength between you two glaringly obvious. every step he took toward the bedroom made your heart beat faster.
"a whole month imagining this exact moment," he whispered against your neck, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. he stopped halfway, pressing your back lightly against the hallway wall for a second, just to set the pace and show who was in charge. "you teased me from afar, tested my patience. now it's my turn to make the rules."
you felt your back hit the mattress hard when he finally laid you down on the bed. the late afternoon light filtered through the curtains, making his expression look even more intense. he hovered over you, resting his arms on either side of your head, pinning you there with just his presence and the weight of his stare.
you lightly dragged your nails down his chest, testing the limits and letting the dynamic flow. "and what happens if i don't want to follow your rules, cooper?" you teased back, your voice a little breathless.
his smile widened, a dangerous and incredibly attractive gleam crossing his eyes as one of his hands reached up to pin your wrists above your head. "i was hoping you'd say that."
he held your wrists firmly, but the confidence in his eyes was the perfect invitation. the moment he dipped his head to kiss your neck, relaxing his posture and weight for a fraction of a second, you took the opening.
using the strength of your legs wrapped around his waist and a quick thrust, you flipped both of your bodies on the mattress. cooper let out a gut-wrenching sound of surprise when his back hit the sheets. suddenly, the entire dynamic had shifted: you were the one on top, straddling his hips, looking down at him.
before he could recover and try to take the position back, you grabbed his wrists. with a firm movement, you pushed his hands down against the mattress, pinning them on either side of his head. the surprise on cooper's face quickly morphed into a dark, incredibly wicked smile. his eyes shone with pure approval; he had always been addicted to the way you fought for control.
"did you really think you were going to come back after a month and call all the shots right away?" you whispered, leaning in until your lips almost brushed his. you kept your body weight on him, making sure your presence was felt in every inch. "i waited way too long for you. the rules have changed, cooper."
his chest rose and fell rapidly, his heavy breathing mixing with yours. he tested your grip on his wrists, tensing his muscles not to actually break free, but just to feel your strength and play along. his momentary submission was just as intoxicating as his dominance minutes ago.
"is that so?" his voice came out even rougher, vibrating against your chest. he lifted his chin, offering his neck in a calculated surrender, but his gaze remained loaded with a provocative challenge. "then show me. make me follow your rules."
you kept your weight on him with one hand pressing firmly on his chest, while the other quickly reached for the nightstand drawer. the metallic clinking of the handcuffs made cooper's eyes shift focus. he tried to tense his muscles, an instinctive reflex from someone used to calling the shots and being in control, but you were faster and more decisive.
with a sharp click, the cold metal locked his right wrist to the bed frame. before he could process it or react, you pulled his other arm, ignoring the low growl of protest vibrating in his throat, and locked the second cuff.
now, he was completely at your mercy.
"you used to be faster, cooper," you teased, your voice low and laced with malice. you settled back over him, knowing that every tiny movement of your body against his was meticulously calculated torture. "but it looks like the trip slowed you down. and right now, you can't do a damn thing."
he pulled his arms against the cuffs, the metal clinking, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense beneath the wrinkled shirt. the frustration in his eyes was obvious; he hated being restrained, but there was also a dark, hungry fascination with your audacity.
"you think these cuffs are gonna hold me for long?" he shot back, his voice deep and breathless, fighting to keep some spark of authority in the situation.
you smiled, leaning in slowly. instead of kissing him and giving him what he wanted, you dragged your nails in a slow, provocative line from his jawbone, down his neck, to the center of his chest, feeling his heart hammering wildly beneath your hand.
"they're going to hold you for as long as i want," you whispered against his ear, feeling him shudder. "and until i decide otherwise, you're just going to watch and beg. got it?"
he swallowed hard, his dark eyes locked on yours, his chest heaving fast, finally giving in to the reality that, for now, control belonged entirely to you.
you kept your gaze locked on his, a smug smile playing on your lips. with your free hand, you moved down to the first button of his wrinkled shirt. cooper tracked your every move like his life depended on it, his breath hitching when your knuckles brushed the hot skin of his neck.
you unbuttoned the first button with a meticulously calculated slowness. then the second. with every piece of exposed skin, the tension in the room seemed to double. his eyes grew even darker. driven by instinct and the need he had built up over a month, he tried to lift his hips, seeking any kind of friction against your body, but you pulled back just a millimeter—exactly enough to deny the contact he was begging for.
"uh-uh," you clicked your tongue, your voice a soft but absolute reprimand. "i didn't say you could move, cooper."
he let out a frustrated groan, almost a growl, throwing his head back against the pillow. his exposed chest rose and fell rapidly, and his hands pulled at the cuffs once more, the metallic sound echoing through the room in stark contrast to the silence of your teasing.
"you're cruel," he muttered, his voice hoarse and dragged out, heavy with a dark adoration. his eyes snapped back to you, burning with that repressed desire. he was loving every second of your dominance, even though it was driving him crazy.
you finished undoing the last button, pushing the fabric aside to fully expose his chest. you tilted your face down, your lips barely grazing his hot skin without actually giving him a real kiss. you felt him tremble under your minimal touch.
"and you are very impatient," you whispered back, your breath fanning across his skin. "but you're gonna have to learn to wait. because right now, you are entirely mine."
you pushed yourself up a bit, making sure you were still straddling his hips, but removing any comforting proximity. no kisses. no caresses. just the coldness of your control and the heat of his frustration. cooper's chest heaved rapidly, his erratic breathing filling the silence of the room.
with a slowness that made him clench his jaw, you dragged the nails of your free hand down his exposed chest. it wasn't a soft touch. it was a light but sharp tracing, going down line by line, feeling his abdominal muscles contract violently under your scrutiny.
"no kissing, cooper," you whispered, watching his expression falter, his dark eyes locked on yours with a mix of anger and deep desire. "you haven't earned it yet."
your nails continued their torturous path downward, stopping exactly at the edge of his belt buckle. the metallic sound when you lightly scratched the leather made him let out a heavy, almost painful sigh. his wrists pulled at the handcuffs with new strength, the metal creaking against the bed frame. he was on the verge of losing his sanity.
"you're playing with fire," he warned in a low growl, his voice vibrating with a dangerous edge, fighting his own body not to cave and beg.
instead of answering, you used just the tip of your index finger to trace the waistband of his pants. you pressed the fabric lightly, teasing him without crossing the line, keeping him in that state of pure anticipation and shattering agony. with every slow movement you made, his breathing hitched, and your sense of absolute power over the hollywood star tied to your bed became even more intoxicating. he was completely surrendered to your pace, whether he wanted to be or not.
you brought your free hand to his belt buckle. the sound of the metal unfastening echoed in the quiet room. with the same merciless slowness, you undid the button of his pants and started pulling down the zipper, millimeter by millimeter, letting the back of your fingers lightly brush the fabric underneath.
cooper yanked at the cuffs violently, the metal banging hard against the bed, his arm muscles trembling from the effort. he threw his head back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as a frustrated groan escaped his lips.
"i can't wait anymore," he complained, his voice rough and bordering on desperation. "fuck, you're driving me insane... i need..."
you stopped moving instantly, denying him the relief. the silence that fell over the room was heavy and electric. you slid your body up a little higher, leaning your face in until your lips were inches from his ear.
"i waited a month for you..." you whispered, your voice husky with desire and pure provocation. "suffering for your touch, touching myself every night. wanting you... i think making you wait as long as i waited is your punishment."
his chest heaved violently at your confession. the mental image of you alone in that bed for the past few weeks, needing him like that, seemed to break the last barrier of composure he had. he opened his eyes, and the look he shot you was submissive and animalistic.
you watched his erratic breathing for a second, soaking in the desperation in the dark eyes staring back at you. he was at his breaking point, and you knew it.
with a calculated movement, you finally lowered your body. your mouth found his. you invaded his lips in a deep, aggressive kiss, while slowly rolling your hips against his. the sudden heavy friction made cooper groan loudly against your mouth. his hands pulled at the cuffs with so much force the bed frame groaned in protest.
he tried to lift his own body, desperate to fit against you better, seeking more of that contact, more of that heat you were finally offering. for a few intense seconds, you let him feel your weight and the taste of your mouth, giving him the illusion that the punishment was over.
but, just as he seemed to completely lose himself in that relief, you broke the kiss.
you pulled back abruptly, sitting back on his thighs and taking your weight off his hips. the contrast of losing the contact was immediate and brutal. cooper let out a gut-wrenching sound of pure frustration, his eyes glazed over, his chest rising and falling frantically as he tried to catch his breath.
"you like that, don't you?" you asked, your voice low and cruelly controlled, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb. "but that was just a taste. i told you that you'd have to wait. you still have to earn the rest."
he swallowed hard, his knuckles white from gripping the cuffs so tight, completely captive to your will.
you straightened up on his thighs, making sure your body was perfectly in cooper's line of sight. his gaze was nailed to you, dark, predatory, and furious. your hands slowly moved down to the straps of that lace lingerie he loved so much.
you slid the first strap off your shoulder, letting the fabric yield just a millimeter.
the chains of the handcuffs clinked violently as he pulled his arms against the metal. the muscles in his neck and chest were completely tense. by this point, the heavy tension was taking its toll on cooper. he was so pushed to the edge that he was losing his mind. you wanted to see how much he could take without touching you. but it felt good letting him suffer as much as you suffered without him.
"you think this is a fucking game?" he growled, his voice deep, harsh, and dripping with possessiveness. he abandoned any trace of begging. "take it off. take that shit off slowly. but i swear to god, the second these cuffs open, you won't even have time to breathe."
you smiled, provocative, ignoring the threat. with calculated slowness, you slid the second strap down, letting the top of the lingerie slip and fall into your lap, revealing the skin he was desperate to mark.
he let out a low, dirty curse, his eyes burning as they devoured the sight of you. his chest rose and fell in an uncontrolled rhythm, his breath hitting hard in the silence of the room. his legs writhed; he wasn't going to last much longer.
"look at me," he demanded, his tone hard and dominant, his authoritative posture overflowing even while handcuffed. "keep taking it off. let me see exactly what's mine. because i promise you, as soon as i get loose, i'm going to collect on every millisecond of this torture of yours. and i won't have an ounce of mercy for you."
the heavy tone of his words sent a hot shiver down your spine. the dynamic was perfect: you had absolute physical control, but he was using his voice and the promise of what he'd do later to dominate your mind.
you didn't look away. in one fluid motion, you got rid of the rest of the lace, letting the last piece of lingerie fall to the bedroom floor. now, there was absolutely nothing covering you. it was crystal clear how much cooper loved seeing you bare, with nothing blocking his view.
before he could let out another curse or threat, you moved closer, pressing your bare skin against his hot chest and tense stomach. you started moving your hips in a slow, torturous rhythm, rubbing yourself against him, teasing him with the heavy friction of your body over the thick fabric of his pants.
cooper threw his head back, a hoarse, gut-wrenching groan tearing from his throat. the chains banged frantically against the bed. "fuck... you're begging to be destroyed," he growled, his voice breaking, mixing agony and pleasure. "that's it. rub harder. show me how desperate you were for me while i was gone."
his dirty, arrogant teasing, even while tied up, made your blood boil. you smiled wickedly against the skin of his jaw. with your free hand, you reached for the small key you had left on the nightstand and slid your fingers over to cooper's right wrist.
he clenched his jaw, his dark eyes tracking your movement, not knowing exactly what you were going to do. the click sounded loud in the room. the right handcuff sprang open.
the exact millisecond his arm was free, cooper didn't waste any time. his large, heavy hand flew to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair with a crushing, possessive force, pulling your face down until his lips crashed into yours with pure brutality.
his hand moved quickly down to your waist, digging his fingers into your skin to force your hips to move with more power and urgency against him, taking control of the friction and setting his own pace. he kissed you with an aggressive hunger, devouring your mouth before moving down to your neck, biting your skin hard enough to leave a clear, achingly good mark.
"one hand," he murmured against your skin, his voice heavy, hoarse, and vibrating with dominance, even with his left arm still chained to the bed. "one fucking hand is all i need to put you in your place and make you scream my name."
any trace of resistance you still had melted away the moment his hand gripped your waist, squeezing so hard you knew it would leave a mark. it was what you wanted, what you liked. cooper's brute strength and desperate hunger were irresistible. instead of fighting to pin his arm down again, you surrendered completely, letting your body weight relax against his hot chest.
your surrender was the trigger he needed. cooper let out a low sound of approval, a satisfied, possessive growl vibrating in his throat. his free hand slid from your waist to your thigh, gripping your skin tight as he guided your hips, forcing you to move exactly to the rhythm he wanted.
"that's it," he whispered against your mouth, his breathless panting mixing with yours. "give up. you know you prefer it this way. you love playing the boss, but deep down you were begging for me to take the control back."
the handcuff on his left arm still clinked against the metal bed frame with every sharp movement, a reminder of your game, but now he was the one making the rules. taking advantage of your submission, he used the strength of his legs and his free arm in a quick, fluid motion. suddenly, the world spun. you gasped when your back hit the mattress and he was on top of you, pinning your body under his weight.
cooper hovered there, his dark eyes shining with pure victory and lust. even with his left arm still shackled to the headboard, his presence was overwhelming. his right hand moved down to pin both of your wrists above your head with an absurd ease, returning the immobilization you had forced on him minutes before.
"my turn," his voice was a pure promise, dark and loaded with malice, as his gaze trailed down your surrendered body. "you were so cruel torturing me like that. and now... i'm going to make you beg a hell of a lot more than i did."
there was no hesitation, no slow teasing to return what you did. cooper's patience had completely run out a long time ago.
before you could even process the change in position, his mouth collided with yours in a brutally possessive kiss. it wasn't a kiss to make you sigh; it was a kiss to devour you. his free hand let go of your wrists and dropped straight to your inner thigh, gripping your skin with a force that would definitely leave a purple bruise the next day.
he pulled your hips against his violently. the sound of the single locked handcuff banging against the headboard mixed with the sound of heavy breathing and muffled moans against your mouth.
"i'm done waiting," he growled against your lips, his voice rough and failing from urgency, dragging painful, bruising kisses down your jawline to your neck. his teeth sank into your skin, a hard, possessive bite right over your racing pulse. you gasped from the shock and pleasure, your entire body arching instinctively against him.
he used his free hand to unlock his other wrist. now, he used both hands to spread your legs with overwhelming impatience, fitting his heavy, hot body perfectly between your thighs. cooper's dark eyes met yours, flames of pure instinct and domination burning in them.
"you drove me crazy for a month. teased me, tied me up, and played with me," he whispered harshly, his hot breath hitting your face as he pressed his hips hard against you, the intense, desperate friction making it perfectly clear that playtime was officially over. "now deal with the consequences. because i won't have an ounce of pity. i'm going to make you scream until you forget your own name." he delivered a sharp slap to your cheek, leaving an almost unbearable burning sensation that only excited you more.
you let out a sharp cry that was quickly swallowed by another slap to the other side of your face. your nails scratched his broad shoulders while your entire body arched under the impact. the feeling of finally having him there, erasing the distance of that entire month all at once, was so electrifying it blurred your vision.
the rhythm he set from the very first second was merciless. there was no room for gentleness, only the need to mark his territory.
he didn't hesitate. with a quick, sharp motion, he pulled the heavy leather belt still threaded through his pants. the sound of the leather sliding and the dry crack in the air sent a hot shiver down your spine. you knew what was coming.
you gasped when he grabbed both of your wrists with brutal force, pulling them above your head. in seconds, the thick leather of the belt was wrapped tightly around your hands, immobilizing you completely. the irony was delicious and terrifying: the dominatrix was now totally surrendered.
taking advantage of your shock, cooper grabbed the black tie from his suit jacket thrown on the floor. without the slightest gentleness, he tied the fabric tightly over your eyes. the room plunged into absolute darkness, and all your other senses went on painful high alert.
"you like playing with ropes, handcuffs, and making the rules," his voice sounded way too close to your ear, deep, rough, and carrying all that heavy authority that made you weak. the sound of the metal belt buckle clinking against the headboard was the only thing you could hear besides his heavy breathing.
"now you can't see anything. you can't move. you can only feel the punishment i chose," he growled, his tone absurdly possessive.
that was when you felt it. the cold, rigid texture of a different object, the stiff leather crop he had pulled from the nightstand drawer, slid without warning down your inner thigh. he didn't strike right away; he just used the leather tip to trace your skin with restrained power, moving up slowly, applying the exact pressure to make it clear he controlled the pain and the pleasure. he controlled the intensity of what you were supposed to feel.
the threat of the object in his hands, the crack of the leather against his own palm to scare you in the dark, combined with your blindness, left you completely at the mercy of his aggression.
"beg for me," he demanded in a dirty whisper, pressing the leather of the crop against your skin a little harder, making you gasp and arch toward him. "say i'm your owner. say the control is mine."
the darkness of the blindfold heightened every single one of your senses. the sound of his heavy breathing, the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the sound of the leather stretching. there was no fear there, only a pure, wild, and addictive adrenaline that made your blood boil.
when the first dry crack of the crop hit your thigh, you didn't pull back. instead of whining or begging, you threw your head back and let out a low, hoarse, and absurdly provocative laugh. you knew that irritated cooper. he hated seeing you unfazed.
the pain mixed with the excitement, sending a shock of heat straight to your lower belly. you pulled your arms against the belt binding your wrists so hard the headboard creaked, arching your body not to try and escape the object, but to meet it.
"you hit like you're feeling sorry for me, cooper," you spat the words into the darkness, your voice dripping with arrogance and defiance, playing the brat he loved to tame so much. "one month away and you got this weak?"
his silence lasted for a second, heavy as lead. then the second strike came. much faster. much firmer.
the sting burned your skin, pulling a loud, dirty moan from your throat. the sensation was an electric shock of reality; the visceral confirmation that the wait was over. the twisted pleasure of that sharp pain made you smile, teeth gritted in pure euphoria. you thrashed violently beneath him, showing that your energy was just as chaotic and desperate as his.
he loved it when you fought back, but he was a master at turning the tables. if pain and aggression fueled you, he was going to use the cruelest weapon he had: absolute denial.
Ele parou de se mover. De repente, o ritmo frenético e a pressão opressiva do seu corpo, que te deixavam louco, simplesmente cessaram.
you gasped, confused by the darkness of the blindfold, rolling your hips instinctively against him to try and get the friction back, desperate for the heat. but cooper gripped your waist with an iron hold, digging his fingers into your skin to lock your body against the mattress. you couldn't move a single millimeter.
"Você acha que venceu só porque levou o golpe?", a voz dele baixou para um sussurro letal e arrepiante no seu ouvido. "Você se esqueceu de quem detém as chaves de tudo aqui. Se você quer brigar... eu vou brincar com a sua sanidade."
he started moving again, but dropped the brutality completely. his tap on your cunt was agonizingly slow, provocative, and calculatedly perfect. he knew the exact pressure and rhythm to make your whole body short-circuit. the challenge and the attitude you had seconds ago were quickly replaced by desperation. his breath hit your face while he kept up the relentless, torturous teasing, driving you right to the edge.
you threw your head back, your whole body arching and trembling, your hands fighting against the thick leather of the belt above your head. he knew how you liked it and what to do. the pace was fast, continuous, and you moaned louder and louder. you were almost there. the climax was just a breath away. electricity rushed under your skin, begging for release.
and then... he pulled back. he stopped completely. the contact was broken the exact millisecond before you got what you wanted.
a strangled sound of frustration, almost a cry of anger, ripped from your throat. "cooper... oh. fuck, don't do this. keep going." you begged. you couldn't help it. "fuck, please."
"shh," he hissed harshly. his weight still pinned you down, but he denied you the only thing that mattered right now. he traced your jawline with his thumb, his voice dripping with arrogance and sadistic control. "you're going to stay right there. on the edge. burning for it. empty. until i decide you've suffered enough."
the denial of release was the worst torture he could have picked. the need throbbed in every muscle of your body, making you dizzy. you tried to thrash, tried to pull back the aggression from before, but his denial reduced you to pure instinct. he left you hanging on the edge, panting, blindfolded and tied to your own bed, completely hostage to his timing.
"this is what happens when you try to be bigger than the one making the rules," he murmured, soaking up every second of your agony, watching you writhe beneath him in the dark. "now, the aggressive 'good girl' is going to have to swallow her pride. you're only getting your release when you admit out loud that you can't survive another second without me."
you swallowed hard, your chest rising and falling frantically. "cooper..." you whispered, your voice coming out weak, trembling. you let your body relax into the mattress, simulating the purest, most perfect surrender. "please... i need you. don't leave me like this."
his low, victorious laugh vibrated in the room. his ego had been fed. he loosened his grip on your waist, his body weight shifting as he brought both hands behind your head. he wanted to untie the tie. he needed to see your eyes the moment you completely broke.
that was his mistake. and your opportunity.
he undid the knot and the tie slipped off your face, giving you your vision back, you exploded into motion. using the built-up strength in your legs, you locked your calves around his waist and twisted your hips with lethal violence. caught entirely by surprise, without his hands to brace himself, cooper's center of gravity failed.
the world spun again. his broad back slammed hard against the mattress, and the air rushed out of his lungs with a dull thud. you were on top.
the belt around your wrists was already loose enough from your thrashing. with a sharp yank, you freed your hands. cooper tried to push up, growling, but you were faster. you grabbed the same silk tie he had used to blindfold you and, in one fluid motion, lassoed his wrists, pulling his arms up and tying them to the headboard with a double-tight blind knot.
it wasn't the heavy leather of the belt. it was silk.
he yanked his arms hard, the silk stretching, but not giving way. his dark eyes met yours, flashing with a mix of fury and a sick adoration for your betrayal. "dirty trick," he panted, his bare chest heaving. "you're a lying little devil."
"and you let your guard down," you shot back, the wicked smile returning to your lips.
but you weren't going to grind against him again. his dominance was about brute force, impact, and movement deprivation. yours would be about contrast, shock, and psychological torture.
you got off him, standing up from the bed and depriving him of your body heat. cooper let out a frustrated groan of protest. you walked to the kitchen, fished a single ice cube out of a glass you had left there earlier, feeling the cold burn the tips of your fingers, and walked back to the bedroom.
cooper's gaze tracked your hand, confusion mixing with arousal.
"you like setting the pace," you murmured, stopping beside the mattress, looking down at him. "you like denial. you like watching me burn."
without warning, you pressed the melting ice cube directly against the center of his hot, sweaty chest.
cooper gasped violently, his eyes widening at the thermal shock. his abdominal muscles locked, hard as rock, as the freezing water began to run down his skin, an absurd contrast to the fire that had been burning in his veins for weeks.
you drew slow, torturous circles with the ice around his nipples, trailing a freezing, wet line down his tense abdomen, stopping dangerously close to the waistband of his unbuttoned pants. with every move you made, he shuddered, pulling at his silk-bound arms, completely hostage to sensations he couldn't predict or control.
"your torture was hot and heavy," you whispered, leaning in just to blow cold air over his wet skin, making him squeeze his eyes shut and growl in agony.
you trailed the ice cube down to the waistband of cooper's underwear, but you didn't pull it down. you kept teasing him; you knew that was his weak spot. he hated this kind of teasing.
you threw the rest of the ice away, hearing the cube hit the hardwood floor. the thermal shock had already done its job. cooper panted, his abdominal muscles trembling beneath the wet, freezing skin, his dark eyes locked on you with a desperate hunger. he knew what was about to happen.
without saying a word, you climbed onto the bed and kneeled over his hips. the rest of his clothes were no longer an obstacle. his gaze burned into you, tracking your every move, his breath catching when you finally positioned yourself over him.
with a sharp, heavy movement, you dropped your weight down all at once. the collision of your bodies was exact and overwhelming. oh, how you had missed this. you couldn't even remember how perfectly your bodies fit together anymore.
cooper let out a hoarse cry, almost a roar, his head thrown back sinking into the pillow while his back arched violently off the mattress. his arms strained against the silk tie with absurd force, the veins popping in his neck and tense arms. the insane temperature difference between the freezing skin of his chest and the fire consuming you both made him lose his mind in that very second.
"fuck yes," he cursed, his voice breaking into a dirty, dragged-out moan. "fuck... don't stop."
"shut up. i didn't give you permission to speak," you growled back, your voice low.
you dug your nails into his broad shoulders, marking the skin, and began to set the pace. there was nothing gentle or soft about it. it was aggressive and absurdly intense. you moved your hips with force, driving your weight down on him relentlessly, forcing him to take every impact.
driven by blind instinct, cooper tried to lift his back to meet you, desperate to control the friction and get deeper; he needed to feel you as deeply as he could. but you let go of one of his shoulders and shoved his wet chest hard against the bed, crushing his attempt to take the reins back.
"stay flat on the mattress, cooper," you demanded, breathless, your hair falling in your face as you sped up the pace in a way that made him close his eyes and clench his jaw in pure agony and pleasure. "you're going to take what i give you, exactly the way i want to give it. got it?"
the loud, wet sound of your skin slapping hard echoed in the quiet room, keeping the rhythm of your victory. with every heavy downward thrust, disjointed curses escaped his lips. and there he was, tied up, panting, and being consumed by the relentless aggression of the girl he had sworn to dominate ten minutes ago.
"say the control is mine," you demanded, your whole body trembling from adrenaline as you drove him crazy, the perfect friction tearing away the last shred of sanity he had.
"it's yours," he gasped, his voice completely surrendered, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he pulled at the silk bindings one last time. "fuck, it's all yours. just don't stop."
you set the pace without stopping. the only sound in the room, now illuminated by the moonlight, was the sound of your moans and the heavy friction of your bodies colliding. you would love it if someone came to complain. it would only turn you on more.
you were already intoxicated by your own power, and that was your mistake. the silk was strong, but the sweat on cooper's skin made it dangerously slippery.
with a deafening growl that vibrated deep in his throat, his predatory instinct took over. ignoring the burn on his wrists, he twisted his arms with brutal violence. sheer force and sweat did the trick. the silk slipped. one arm came free. a millisecond later, the other one followed.
the world flipped before you could even take a breath to scream.
his massive hands grabbed your waist with a brutal grip, ripping you off him like you weighed nothing at all. he didn't throw you back on the mattress; he dragged you off it. your feet barely touched the rug before he spun you around roughly and shoved you against the heavy oak dresser on the other side of the room.
the impact of your chest and stomach against the cold wood knocked all the air out of your lungs. you were completely vulnerable, bent over the furniture, totally exposed from behind.
you heard a metallic sound. it wasn't the bed. much less handcuffs. he had kicked his open duffel bag on the floor. a second later, the sharp, unmistakable sound of leather being pulled and snapping in the air made your blood run cold with pure anticipation.
he had pulled out a pair of black leather gloves, they were heavy and probably a prop from the movie set, and he was putting them on. the sound of the leather stretching over his fingers was the most deafening threat you had ever heard.
"did you really think you were going to hold me down with a fucking piece of silk?" his voice was a dark thunder right behind you.
the rough, cold, unyielding texture of the leather glove grabbed the back of your neck with a crushing force, pushing your face against the surface of the dresser, locking your spine and eliminating any chance of escape. his other gloved hand came down heavy and relentless on your thigh, a sharp, violent slap that echoed off the walls and made your whole body tremble with the shock of pain and pleasure.
the roughness of the glove gripping your hip was the only warning before the final impact. without prepping, without warning, he took control back with a violent thrust from behind. the force of the impact made you let out a sharp scream that tore your throat, your nails scratching the wood of the dresser in desperation.
he dictated a wild and punishing rhythm. he pressed his hips against yours with an aggression that threw you forward with every thrust, the wood creaking loudly under the weight of you both. the contrast of his hot skin against the rough, cold, textured touch of the leather gloves squeezing your flesh and marking your waist drove you to a level of madness you didn't know existed. his gloved hand delivered sharp slaps to your skin countless times.
he pulled your hair with his leather-clad hand, forcing you to tilt your head back. his hot breath hit the back of your neck, his breathing just as erratic as yours while he destroyed you from the inside out, claiming every inch with fury.
"say it," he growled, his hoarse voice failing from the intensity, the impact of your bodies sounding loud and wet in the room. "tell me who's the boss here. swallow your pride and tell me who your owner is."
the sound of the impact was deafening, but it started to get drowned out by an even more chaotic noise: the solid wood of the dresser creaking and cracking under the violence of his body pressing into yours.
he was punishing you for daring to play with his control. his leather-gloved hand gripped your waist with brutal force, digging his thick fingers into your skin to pull you against him with an impact that knocked absolutely all the air out of your lungs.
you let out a loud scream that tore your throat. it wasn't just pleasure or pain anymore, it was absolute chaos that left you completely blind. your nails scratched frantically at the polished wood, trying to find any anchor while your whole world was shaken with crushing force.
a loud, sharp, dry crack cut through the air in the room. the thick wood of the dresser top beneath your hands splintered under the pressure. the entire piece of furniture was shaking.
"cooper!" you screamed, the sound mixed with a desperate moan, your chest heaving while the structure trembled violently with every heavy, relentless thrust he gave. "the dresser... it's gonna break!" you tried to say, your voice weak.
"fuck the dresser!" he roared back, his voice tearing through the room, completely animalistic, his accent heavy from lack of breath. his breathing was pure fire hitting the back of your neck. his other gloved hand yanked your hair back harder, forcing your head to arch back to the absolute limit. "fuck the whole room! i told you to say who your owner is!"
the next impact was so absurd, aggressive, and deep that you almost saw stars. one of the legs of the dresser finally gave way under the weight of both of you, scraping against the hardwood floor with a deafening screech and tilting the structure. you were losing your footing, being completely consumed and destroyed by the force he was using to dominate you back. the cold friction of the leather glove against your burning hip was the worst kind of torture.
"you!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice breaking in a hoarse cry of pure sensory overload, your entire body trembling in a violent spasm. "fuck, cooper, it's you!"
the confession screamed in the middle of the chaos and the sound of splintering wood was his trophy. cooper's victory was absolute.
the sound of the wood finally giving way was a thunderclap in the room. the structure of the dresser tilted fully forward, the thick top cracking with a violent snap.
before you could lose your balance and fall down along with the debris and the drawers that crashed to the floor, cooper's strong arm, wrapped in that rough, cold leather glove, crossed your stomach like an iron seatbelt.
he yanked you violently backward. your back collided against his broad, hot, sweaty chest when the furniture collapsed in front of you with a deafening crash.
the sharp jolt and the impact of his body pinning you and holding you up in the air were the final trigger. he kept up the relentless pace, now standing, he didn't stop. the explosion of pleasure hit you like an electric shock, brutal and merciless. you threw your head back, your neck curving against his shoulder while a long, breathless, and completely surrendered scream ripped from your throat, your mind going completely blank.
cooper hit his climax along with you in the exact same instant. he locked his jaw, a deep, dirty, guttural growl vibrating in the bottom of his chest, reverberating down your entire spine. the grip of the leather gloves on your stomach and hip was almost crushing as he unleashed all the frustration, the longing, and the aggression of that entire month all at once, carving his dominance into every cell of your body.
the silence that followed the chaos was heavy and dense, cut only by the sound of your frantic breathing and the noise of a few splinters of wood from the broken dresser finishing falling to the floor.
you were completely limp. your legs were shaking so much they wouldn't support your own weight if he wasn't holding you tight against him. cooper's chest rose and fell violently against your back, his heart hammering against your skin.
slowly, the adrenaline started to drop and his breathing began to slow down. he loosened his steel grip on your waist a little, letting the weight return slowly to your feet, but without actually letting you go. his other gloved hand came up with exhausted slowness, brushing your sweat-dampened hair off your neck to press a hot, wet, and now dangerously affectionate kiss right on the red mark where he had bitten you earlier.
"mine," he whispered against your skin, his voice still heavy and dragged out, but loaded with a dark, possessive, and deep satisfaction. "never doubt who makes the rules again when i come home."
the breathing of both of you was still uneven in the middle of the chaotic room. the destroyed dresser at your feet was the physical proof of the storm that had just passed.
slowly, cooper took off the leather gloves, pulling the thick material with his teeth and throwing them on the floor, along with the debris. the coldness was immediately replaced by the comforting warmth of his large, bare hands, which now held your face with a gentleness that contrasted absurdly with the brutality from minutes ago.
he picked you up in his arms with exhausted ease, ignoring your trembling legs, and walked back to the messy bed. the soft mattress felt like a hug when he laid you down slowly. he settled in beside you, pulling your tired body to glue to his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you like a shield.
the comfortable silence filled the room. you slid your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his hot shoulder. the adrenaline finally faded, giving way to a raw vulnerability. the pain of missing him for that last month hit hard again, but now mixed with the crushing relief of having him there.
"cooper..." you murmured against his skin, your voice choked up, needy, and completely exhausted, squeezing him against you like he was going to vanish any second. "don't leave me here again. take me with you. to any set, to any trip, to anywhere... i can't stand being away from you for a month anymore. please, i'm begging you. take me with you next time."
he stayed silent for a moment, his breath fanning slowly over the top of your head. his long fingers started to gently stroke your back, moving up to your neck to brush the damp hair away from your face. when he tilted his head down to look at you, his dark eyes were still possessive, but now overflowed with an absolute, protective adoration. his ego was through the roof with your final surrender.
a slow, dark, and dangerously charming smile curved his lips while his thumb calmly caressed your jaw.
"are you going to be a good girl?"
hello! after a looong time, i'm back! how are you guys?
people still like cooper? i do! (i was on pinterest this whole time posting his pics...)
hope y'all like this one, sorry any mistakes. made a very long time since the last time i wrote something. be nice. 🪽🪽