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[popcornforone]

Thinking

A Soft Detective Tim Rockford Fic

We got newish Rockford this week but I was already writing this & was like well let’s share this with everyone.

How can some short little adverts make us all crazy for this man, but especially this moment. The number of people who go weak just for this (me included) is crazy. So I wanted to write about how it makes us all feel.

Synopsis: Morning meeting at the police station are changed forever when Detective Rockford wits a few seats away from you.

Word count 1.7k

Warnings: not many at all there’s no smut here. We mention what the reader would like Tim to do to them, but there’s a lot of pineing, flirting & unrequited love, sex is mentioned & a small amount of swearing but nothing to much. a little bit of jealousy & angst but it’s not over the top. I just want to talk about that hand around his neck that’s all.

All comments & feedback are welcome, thanks for the read peoples. Enjoy

Meetings are the worst & best part of your day as a police officer. There’s no lying about it or denying it anymore to yourself, it is now what you expect. Dread & anticipation.

It’s the worst because your alarm goes off at 5:30am. It’s the worst because as someone who’s currently working traffic, your job doesn’t change. You fly up & down the main roads & motorways catching uninsured or dangerous drivers. Everyone’s got an excuse as to why they were doing 85 in a 70 speed limit. You’ve heard them all before. You are the best behind the wheel, & not only do you know it but so does everyone else when you see them. Your partner gets to question the drivers but your get to chase after them.

Meetings are bad due to the fact that unless there’s a sting or traffic control you’re not needed. Everytime you work the core hours of 8:30 to 6:00 you know the first 30mins of your day is a waste of time. You could have had the extra half hour asleep or eaten a better breakfast but you don’t.

But there is a reason why you do all this. Why you check the next days rota before you leave, why you get up & do your hair & make up at 5:30am when an alarm could go off at 6am & you’d be here in plenty of time. It’s to look at something, some one. It’s to look at Detective Tim Rockford. The man of your dreams, the man who melts your soul & the man who probably has no idea you exists but every moment you are in his presence, it make you want him to just once, shoot a soft smile your way.

You’d not noticed this until 10 weeks ago. You’d sat at a desk in the meeting room ready to hear what will happen for the next day. It’s 2 rows from the back & furthest to the left. Perfect place to sit to not pay attention. You’d got there early by accident, traffic had ironically been in your favour for once. So you grab the desk for you & your traffic partner Winslow to sit at. About 8minutes later another officer walks in & sees you at the desk & frowns, you are unsure why you’ve never spoken to her before let alone given her a reason to seethe at you. The room then fills up over the next few minutes & the last person who arrives just as the agendas are read out is none other than Tim. He always walks in late, he is extremely busy but you’re pretty sure it’s an ego thing. He sits 2 desks in front of you after he asses who’s in the room & sits down. He’s perfectly in line with the gap Between the two people in front.

Tim then does the thing, his over thinking tick, or as what most of the room sees is just his hand touching his neck. But it’s not to you & about 3 other women in the room & you have no idea why your are transfixed by this slight head roll & his hand scrape around his neck. But in that moment there is nothing you would not do for Tim, you would move heaven & earth for him. For just a smile or a slide glance. It’s not even looking at his big puppy dog eyes that the world is obsessed with (& by world you mean 80% of tv stations). Everyone wants a brief moment of the detectives time.

& that was 10 weeks ago. Winslow knows you like him & keeps saying to you, just go introduce yourself, just say hi just sit at that desk. But you won’t. The mystique around him & this move of his hand, is now apart of your morning routine & Winslow knows one look at that hand & his neck makes you more awake & alert than any coffee. He’s your fix & drug & it’s what you need to see to get you through the day.

So there you sit at 8:15 chatting to Winslow about what films we both watched last night. “If you were in a film by now you & Tim would have had a meet cute” “ha” you laugh “nah I’d be the random best friend who gets to talk wisdom to the main character who gets to talk to the man once but not enough for you to care about” “oooh no girl you’ve got to be the main character in the story of your life.” “Who’s not the main character in their life?” & you freeze. Tim sits down in the chair in the row in front of you. Your face probably looks like it’s in sheer panic because that’s how you feel right now, completely panicked. “Oooh we were just talking what movies we have watched recently”Winslow answers when you don’t as they kick you under the table to snap out of your trance.

“You okay?” Tim says & says your name with a small smile. A smile that makes you go weak, the smile you’ve always wanted to see. His dark caramel eyes under his glasses shinning as pools of delight. His holster making him even broader that he looks from behind. He is the epitome of handsome & he is perfect. The perfect man. & he’s speaking to you, giving you some time. “Sorry” you say “I have a lot on my mind a the moment” you think he’s noticed that yours looking at him. “I’m always here if you want..” he starts but then in comes the chief to discus what’s happened over night & Tim removes his glasses casually & turns around to face the front.

When he does the thinking hand thing, millimetres away from you about 10 mins in, it’s even better than 2 rows away. The neck on those broad shoulders just rolling to wake him up. If you leaned in more maybe you could hear it creek. All those crooks perfect for nuzzling your head in after having sex. His after shave waving past your nose. So musky & rich & spicy just like him. But it’s all about the hand. Forget the whispy hair that you’d love to run your hands through. It’s all about that hand. So large, such s span in width with long delicate fingers. It grasps as it curls around his neck. Nails that are pristine, knuckles ready to be kissed. It’s literally a 3 second move the roll of the neck & the hand wrapping round it while he thinks but it’s exactly what you need. You do a soft gasp when he does it the second time today & hope he didn’t hear you be effected by the most perfect hand in the world.

Tim doesn’t even acknowledge you as he leaves, he grabs his mug & he heads back to his department & Winslow once the detective has left says “well was it worth it, for the moment to be that close?” You friendly slap him, “that was insane nothing is ever going to best that, we don’t have to make sure we get this chair again now for these meeting, that was perfect” Winslow smile at you & we both grab our notes & leave. You’re on a Rockford high all morning, you even let the person whose insurance expired this morning, off with a fine when they said their insurance started tomorrow.

You get back to your desk & there’s a post it note there which just says coffee? Starbucks 2pm? You look around to see who might have left the note, but you have no idea at all. Could this be a proper meeting or is it a friend or a message not taken down properly. But you don’t care & someone wants to buy you decent coffee at 2pm. You grab your jacket & clock out for your hours lunch & head to the Starbucks. You’re shocked when you get there & Tim is standing at the counter with two coffees. “Your here” he says excitedly & you’re shocked that it’s him & that he’s excited to see you as well “& miss out on free coffee? never” I smirk & I take my coffee from him.

He does the hand thing with his neck while facing you standing at the counter, his face looking all shy before those eyes flutter at you looking so innocent & full of love, soft but also seductive. You gasp & then his smile creeps in across his face. “That’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last 10 weeks” he says & he blushes.”what Tim?” I blush as I reply “what is it?” “That gasp I’ve had dreams of hearing that, it’s all my mind can think about” & you’re taken aback. The man you think about each night has been dreaming of you to.

“I’ve just been to shy to turn around until today when I arrived on time, I’m so glad that i did.” Tim offers you his hand “this hands all I’ve been thinking about Tim” I finally admit & I hold it. A rush if emotions coming to the surface for both of us. “Maybe we should sit down for a while & talk about being shy & over thinking together” Tim says & gives you a small peck on the cheek, “& maybe I can then think up the courage to ask you on an actual date.” Tim concludes & we sit on the sofa in silence just drinking coffee & smiling at each other waiting for the other to own & not over think anymore & start up a proper conversation which might lead to more than gasps.

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Words Get in the Way

A Frankie Morales x Reader Fic

Chapter Two

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You and Frankie have been friends for years & at your last Friday night dinner he confessed to you that he was moving away with his hot mess of a girlfriend, which broke your heart. But you had revealed your true feelings for him & when he wanted to hear more his girlfriend Erica had ended the conversation & made him leave without saying goodbye, making you think you’d never see him again. But now….he’s made a decision….and he can’t wait to tell you how he really feels about you

Word Count: 3700+

Rating: M -Explicit! I mean, there’s nothing really filthy or gratuitous, but there is a full on detailed sex scene. Fingering, dirty talk (LOTS of dirty talk), kissing, touching, masturbation, lots of F-bombs, mentions of cock, pussy, ass, pining, PIV sex, profanity, confessions of love, feelings, crying, emotions, teasing, fantasies, orgasm

Author’s Notes: Hooooooo boy. Y'all. Don’t look at me. I am ashamed. I have committed a crime against humanity. This is so smutty. This really got away from me. I became so flushed writing this & I still can’t believe I wrote it. I have never written anything like this in my entire life, nothing this detailed. Seriously. Frankie is a MENACE Here! He is such a tease with a dirty mouth and he knows how to make your body writhe in agony. He knows how to make you beg for him. There’s also a ton of sweetness & emotional parts too. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it & hope it makes you feel the things you want to feel. I enjoyed writing this so much. I’m so happy it’s finished. I’m just shocked at what I wrote. 😂.

Side Note: I LOVE me some Frankie Morales! His look is perfection & I feel like he would actually do the things I made him do in this fic. I also feel like he would take care of you. Plus he’s so fucking sexy. Damn. I almost didn’t make it through writing this because I had so many feelings.

Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! I hope you like it!

Feedback is Welcome!

Reblogs are loved and appreciated!

Also, I want to give a shout-out to my besties @popcornforone & @salgal78 for all of their advice & encouragement & inspiration to keep me writing & go forward with my ideas. I love you ladies so much! And a shout out to my friend @quica-quica-quica for her suggestions & help on editing. Love you!

Chapter 3 Coming Soon!

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(Frankie’s POV)

Frankie sat in his truck in front of your apartment building, knowing you were still home. He was parked next to your car, that tiny white four-door sedan he helped you purchase. There was hope you were still awake; the radiant blue light from your TV was visible through the sliding door glass. You never went to bed without shutting everything down. 

He contemplated whether or not he should come up and see you. He wanted to apologize for the way he left you earlier; no goodbye, no hug, no “love ya.” Only silence. He felt gutless seeing you so heartbroken and defeated. As your best friend, he felt it was his duty to protect and defend you from harm, from bullies, just as he did when you two first met. The feeling of having betrayed you burned a hole in him, like someone was using his skin to extinguish their cigarette. He knew you must be wondering why he hadn’t interfered during Erica’s insults towards you. The urgency to tell you why (along with other reasons) had brought him back. Other feelings wracked his brain, pulsed through his veins. Echoing through his eardrums was your confession about how much you wanted to fuck him.

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the outfit (Dieter/f!reader)

Rating: E (Explicit)

Length: 1.7k

Summary: Dieter has a rare night off from playing Detective Tim Rockford, but he knows how much you like the outfit.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f & m receiving), shameless shoulder holster porn, nipple play, there’s probably more things but I am extremely tired and shocked I managed to string a few words together finally?? Pls forgive.

A/N: This is really just an excuse to write about the absolutely delicious man we saw in the mobile game ads that broke all our brains once again. Much love to my darling @ezrasbirdie for looking this over and a very big thank you to the wonderful @prolix-yuy for allowing me to play in the multiverse juuuust next door to her Midnight Alley adventures.

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He’s still in costume.

You know Dieter’s going to get reamed out for wearing his clothes home from set, but you can’t help but smile as you walk into the kitchen and see him stirring a pan on the stove. The shoulder holsters are still wrapped around his broad body, and you feel yourself ache at the sight of him, lovingly preparing dinner.

He knew you’d walk in now. He’d clearly put some thought into this.

“Mmm, smells good, baby,” you murmur, coming up behind him and pressing a kiss to his neck. He leans back against you for a moment, arching up into your tender touch like an affectionate cat.

“Perfect timing,” Dieter rumbles, setting the spoon on a rest and turning the heat to low before moving to face you. “It needs to simmer for a bit. Get all sweet and tender, let the spices cook in,” he adds, grinning as the words slide off his tongue as though melting in the hot pan.

You raise a playful eyebrow.

“You planned this, didn’t you, D? Wanted me to find you wearing this and making my favorite dish?” You giggle, warmth spreading through you as his big palms wrap around your body, one dipping low to cup your ass.

“And what of it?” Dieter responds with a challenging eyebrow of his own, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

You shrug, a wicked smile curling your lips.

“Makes me want to play, Detective Rockford,” you purr, turning and wiggling your ass at him. “Some naughty games, perhaps.”

Dieter grunted, reaching to discreetly adjust himself in his pants.

“You gonna stand there holding your dick, or take me into custody?” You ask, your whole body flushing with heat as he shifts almost instantly, crossing the room in two strides and tugging your hands behind your back, then marching you into the dining room. He maneuvers you into a chair, an echo of the lines you’ve run with him over and over.

The scene hadn’t called for him to be hard in his trousers, though. Saliva pooled under your tongue for a moment as you watched the fabric straining to contain him, the outline of his thick cock increasingly visible.

“Way I see it, you’ve got two choices,” Dieter said, voice pitched lower, fully in character as Rockford, save for that one rogue part of his body. “You can give me some answers and keep yourself out of jail, or you can throw your life away for some deadbeat.” Grabbing the back of a chair, he artfully spun it to sit backwards, his legs spread as he talked to you. His pants were even tighter now.

“I can’t give you much,” you replied tentatively, eyes raking over him, “but my mouth can be very useful for more than just talking,” you added with a pointed look at his crotch. “Those look uncomfortable. Why don’t you open them?”

Dieter-as-Rockford grunted, a war between decency and need brewing in his dark eyes. This is the point in the script where they would cut to another scene, or a commercial, or simply show Rockford’s unimpeachable honor as he staunchly resisted the offer.

That’s when you reached out and palmed the hot length of him through his pants, making his lips twitch.

“You’re supposed to be handcuffed,” he said evenly, and you shot him a playful grin.

“Maybe later, if you’re very good,” you replied. “First, I wanna earn my release with yours. Use me, Detective,” you added, and the pained noise Dieter made was followed by a flurry of fingers as he tore at the button and zipper, hauling out his thick, hard length, the tip almost purple with need.

Easing out of the chair and onto your knees, you smiled up at Dieter/Rockford, who was sweating a bit and panting.

“Just relax,” you whispered before giving his tip a slow, wet lick, bathing him in your warm saliva. You opened your mouth, easing him onto your tongue, which curled slightly around the weight of him.

“Fucking Christ,” he swore, just barely managing to cling to his character, the pitch of his voice deep as he sank one hand over the back of your head, the other gripping the back of his own neck and twisting as if to release some long-pent up tension. “Your fucking mouth,” he grunted, hips canting forward just slightly as you took him as deep as you could go. Gagging and choking softly around his length, you swallowed him as much as possible, then rocked your head forward along his cock, the whole thing slick and wet.

“Filthy fucking girl, you love this, don’t you,” he grunted, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “You want my cum? Gotta play with my balls a little, baby,” he growled, more sounds of desperate pleasure slipping past his lips as you pulled off, your messy face leaning down to suck a ball into your mouth. You pulled on one, then the other, letting each feel the heat of your tongue before palming them, rolling them between your fingers and then returning to his dripping, insistent length.

“Oh my god, holy fucking shit,” he babbled as you hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue delicately, one hand playing with his balls as the other slid back his foreskin and you zeroed in on the sensitive underside of his cockhead. “I’m gonna fucking cum in that mouth. You want it?” He had the Rockford voice down, even in this moment, not breaking for a second.

You gazed up at him, nodding as much as you could with your mouth full of his dick.

He cupped your face lovingly, tenderly, even as he pounded away a few more times, crying out as he hit his peak, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed around him, feeling his release slide down and delighting in the way his hands grew almost worshipful as he stroked your hair and cheeks.

You pulled off, catching your breath and wiping your lips with one hand before giving him a satisfied smile. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you were deeply pleased to know you’d had that effect on him. Dazed, he rose from the chair, tucking himself back into his pants and gently helping you to your feet.

“My sweet woman, and her perfect mouth,” Dieter whispered, pulling you in for a messy, slow kiss. “Wanna make you feel just as good.”

You stared dreamily back at him for a moment before he startled you by hauling you up and into his arms, crossing the house in big strides to reach the bedroom before depositing you on the mattress in a heap of giggles.

“Gotta get you out of these clothes, baby,” he purred, hands working methodically at your shirt and trousers, flicking open buttons, lowering zippers, tugging and wiggling until you lay in nothing but your underwear, a silky, rich blue matched set that had Dieter’s eyes flaring with desire. He reached down, cupping your left breast inside the bra and brushing his thumb over a peaked nipple, watching you shiver with need. With his free hand - and a few halting attempts - he unfastened the closure at the back, grunting in delight as your breasts slid free of the garment, which he quickly tossed aside.

“Something sweet,” he whispered, climbing over you, still fully dressed, and latching onto your right nipple with his mouth. Your fingers flew to his hair as he sucked on you, making hungry, loud slurps, his hips rocking steadily against your bare leg.

“Naughty boy,” you panted, looking down your body at him. His eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze as he slid his free hand inside your panties to rub your clit. He started slow, just one fingertip teasing the nub to attention, then began picking up speed, spreading the gathering wetness from your folds and slipping a finger inside you to feel your heat clasp onto him.

“Fuck,” you breathed, licking your lips and whimpering.

“You need more, baby girl?” Dieter asked, nuzzling his way down your body. “Need me to lick up that mess you’re making?”

Another whimper and frantic nod followed, which made him chuckle darkly. Dieter hooked his fingers in the sides of your panties, tugging them over your hips and down your legs. You wiggled your feet, kicking them all the way off before letting your thighs fall open for him.

“Oh, shit, baby,” he grunted, pressing warm, wet kisses to your inner thighs. “That’s a fuckin’ beautiful pussy.” He nuzzled closer to your core, then sealed his mouth over your clit, his eyes almost rolling back in pleasure as he tasted you. You whined, hands clutching at his hair again and holding on for dear life as he all but ground his face into your cunt; nose and lips and cheeks rubbing against your sensitive center and devouring you with his tongue.

“Yeah, oh, fuck,” you cried helplessly, hips shaking with pleasure as he quickly teased you to your peak, his tongue flicking against your clit, his hands dimpling your thighs as he held you securely against his mouth, giving no quarter no matter how much you squirmed.

“Baby, I’m gonna - ah,” you babbled, and he gave you a long, slow suck, delighting in the scream of pleasure you gave as you came against his lips, soaking him with a fresh wave of wetness and panting heavily as your muscles tensed and relaxed, shaking a bit as you settled down.

“Made- made a mess of your costume,” you whispered hoarsely, fingers tracing over the shoulder holsters and the sweat soaked fabric of his shirt.

Dieter kissed the softness of your stomach, resting his chin there. “I’ll send it out for cleaning. Worth every penny.”

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[popcornforone]

ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER NINE, SATURDAY NIGHT

Dave Dominating Desring Dungeon

Chapter Eight

Happy Dave York Saturday. It’s time. I’ve never written anything like this before. Im a little nervous about the feedback but it’s what I think Dave would do to get so much enjoyment out of all of this. So if it’s not right I’m so sorry. But I wanted to try something completely out of my comfort zone. Also a huge shout out to @dexia-nymeros-martell for Dave York in a Pink Shirt. She made us all very happy when she created these.

Synopsis: Saturday Night, No Kids, No Carol. Dave has you all to himself in his ultimate man cave of pleasure. He wants everything you have to offer, but he’s concerned that one of the things he wants to do to you will push you over the edge.

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! DAVE IS YOUR DOMINANT FOR ALL OF THIS CHAPTER IN A SEX ROOM IF THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, PLEASE WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK. Most of this is from Daves Point of view. PIV & PIA sex, Oral, cream pie, blindfolding, teasing, spanking, tasting, handcuffs, paddles, sex toys, Knife & gun play, threatening, interrogation, swearing,fingering, basically anything your think that David Christopher York might do in his sex room he does. All warnings in the main list but let me know if Ive missed anything off.

Right enjoy everybody, sorry if this is too much or maybe for some of you not enough. I will see you all next week for the Sunday chapter. Thanks for the read peoples.

Dave hisses as the cold water hits him, he’s trying to calm himself & his erection down. He really wants delayed satisfaction for himself when he enters his ultimate man cave. He knows you’ll be in position on your knees, rocking those hips, looking shy & innocent, despite being so naughty & slutty for him. His breathing is already hitched as he try’s to regain control. He’s got that collar on you & it makes him all the more powerful. He gets out of the shower when he hears your door open from down the corridor, knowing you are on your way & that his teeth will be biting into which ever knickers you have picked soon. He only wears his y fronts for his room. He’s gone for light blue today, to exaggerate everything below. These are actually a size too small for him, but it makes his bulge look huge, not that it’s small ever. He grabs his key to lock his room when he’s in there, but he stops on his way to you. Hanging from the outside of the wardrobe is a pink shirt. Nicely ironed & pressed & ready for a work meeting on Monday. Its thin material which does always ripple across his skin. He doesn’t even think. He throws the shirt on & rummages quickly for some swim shorts to keep his undies dry & leaps back into the shower for one minute. The cold water making him groan & want to touch himself as the shirt sticks to his hard muscular chest, showing off every inch of him. His hair has droplets falling out of each strand as he lets the water trail all across him. He turns the shower off & sighs trying to make everything slow down. He glimpses at himself at the mirror in the bedroom looking at the state he’s in that he’s done for you. He knows he looks sexy & hopes it will have the desired effect on you. He after a few more seconds removes the swim shorts to check his pants are dry, which they are & he heads to his man cave, dripping across his bedroom & the landing.

There you are dimly lit in the middle of the bed. You went for white knickers which makes him smirk & twitch. A few months ago when you first came into this room you wore these knickers. Dave remembers the night well. It was the day after he beat up Steve for slapping you about after Dave had been a way for a while, so you had sex with him. He said “ I need to let you know I am always in charge of your cunt, no one but me lays a finger on you in that way, & I’d never give you a black eyes sweetheart” & then he showed you the newest addition to the York house. It’s not a big room but a double bed & a spare wall with some fastenings on & all manner of toys & items for the two of you to enjoy, made you instantly flush & damp. He told you what hed want later that night & when the time came & he went into that room & said the word moonshine, you were kneeling on the bed waiting for him in those knickers saying the word green. He then tied you up & your Monday night passions began.

He blinds you with the light & utters the word “moonshine” seductively in his bedroom assassin voice & you raise your arms & wrists just bellow your breasts for him. He’s seen you rock but he can see you take him all in for 3 seconds. You uncontrollably blurt out “Mr stabby murder daddy York, & a pink shirt of sex!? Fuck me sideways”. He liked that. He liked that a lot. It makes him want to shoot his load right now. Dave does everything in his power not to smirk at that, he’s your Dom right now & there are rules that you should not break. Your response should have been green, but no. You said he had a pink shirt of sex, clearly the look he went for was hitting the spot. He makes large strides towards you & leans in & grabs your jaw, making sure your eyes are locked on him. He wants to slam his cock down your throat right now so no more words escape that mouth that does so many traitorous things, but he won’t. “that wasn’t my plan for tonight, but as you’ve already broken the rules, I think I’ll have to include that” & Dave bites into your bottom lip but he knows not to draw any blood. He Slaps your arse hard but he knows he’s going to do so much more to it tonight than just slap it. He steps back & reaches for the handcuffs on the side of the bed, the ones he always starts his evenings off with “now shall we start again…moonshine, sweetheart?” He snarls unlocking them & dropping to the floor so his head is inline with your naked breasts. “Yes mr York, green” & he watches you keep your hands up & lower your head in shame as he locks the cuffs around your wrists.

Daves two large hands engulf your breast squeezing each nipple before he pushes your back into the mattress, firm & fast “ hands above your head” he bellows & he’s so happy when you do it without hesitation. He climbs on top of you so that his bulging groin is flush against your ever soddening silk knickers. Your eyes are electrified by Daves power over you. He rocks his hips so fervently that it’s only both your underwears that stopping his tip being inside you. He loves the moan coming out of your mouth desperate for more than just this tease. His fingers pull at your nipples & a dark smile descends across his face as he looks at you. He twists them before eventually letting them go & you’re already on an adrenaline rush, needing as much air in your lungs as possible.

His hand trails across the collar, feeling the cold steal & hearing you try not to moan makes him desperate for friction. He thrusts once more & the silk you are wearing due to the force of it slips inside, you gasp needing his penis to be pounding your core. Before he withdraws his bulge, his hand joins it to make sure the material stays inside you. He licks down your body as he comes apart from you, trailing to your knickers. He kisses your belly button & strokes his fingers across the material. “If I’m honest sweetheart, I was expecting that reaction from you, I know I look good tonight” & he peels the shirt off him leaving his upper body glistening in the residue water, his shoulders looking broader than ever before, his scars all well defined (apart from the one you helped him with yesterday, still bandaged up). Still straddling above you, as you feel yourself dampening at the silk inside your slick, he twists his shirt above you ringing it out. There’s still some water in it & it splashes & trickles over your neck, breast & stomach. Your mouth moaning at the pleasure as you arch your back responding to each drop that splats on you. “Dave…” you forget to call him his name when you in the room, & you quickly correct it to “mr York” when he digs his hand into your hip. He wipes his glistening body down with his shirt, but it’s still damp before he puts it to the side, he is loving that your already bursting for pleasure & for him to take you on a sexual adventure but he wants you to work for it.

“Green” you moan after he raises his eyebrows. He’s loving the way you are moving, your body wishing every brush of his fingers would last forever. He moves & Lowers his body & face so he is just inches away from your sex, sniffing at delight from your scent & seeing your arousal already oozing, makes him just want to be inside making you scream for him all night, but he wants some fun first, especially as no one will interrupt this at all. He sticks his tongue out & licks across your silk, before sinking his teeth to bite into the waist band, & he slowly with his mouth pulls them from your sex off your body. He hears you groan at the point when the material you were clenching leaves your hole, makes a wet squelching noise. You feel like everything is gushing out of your desire. Once’s he’s freed you of them around your feet, he gets up & walks towards your face, looking intently at the arousal collected in the crutch. However he pauses as he reaches your mound & without warning very quickly with no indication takes his hand & curls two fingers inside your cunt for a couple of thrusts. You make a high pitched yelp at the surprise as you shut your eyes, but your are silenced when those two same fingers are shoved into your mouth. “Suck & so will I” Dave whispers & you open your eyes to see his tongue all over the silk of your knickers, lapping up every drop that had been inside you, that his small amount of teasing has done. He can see your body roll, ready for more, desperate to be ravaged. He watches your lips glide & lick & can feel the suction on his fingers. He sighs feeling his arousal grow, looking at your dazzling eyes. “Fuck, that oh so pretty mouth loves to obey” he says withdrawing the fingers & replacing them with his own lips that taste of you. He could be rougher with his kiss but he knows he’s got a long night ahead of him. & then he feels your hands around the back of his neck before he breaks away so he traps you round the neck. “Hand” he shudders & you splutter & return them to back above your head.

“Hmmm what to do to you tonight” Dave says lifting himself away from you. He grabs the shirt which still feels damp. “Promise to say the colours if this gets too much sweetheart?” He asks & you both go over the rules again, as you repeat everything back to his. “Yes Mr York green” you say & he asks you to sit up & put your hands in your lap, but not kneel. He stares at your trembling body as he walks around the bed & sits behind you “I trust you” you whisper. & then your world turns dark. He wraps the shirt around your head, that he had been twisting whilst clarifying & getting your consent, blindfolding you. He’s done it in a way that the Sleeves are intertwined & he loops it up at the back. A double knot he puts in place & you can feel the coolness from the damp material as the last few drops of water hit your hot feverish body. “Still good,” he whispers “it’s the last time I will ask?” He says as he then sticks his tongue into your ear, “green mr York, please teach me a lesson” you cry back “that’s my beautiful moonshine speaking”& he slightly pushes you forward so you go into the mattress “but we need to deal with your rule breaking first, you brat” Dave has left you lying naked face down in the middle of the bed as he goes to inspect his walll of pleasure. He goes for his middle sized paddle, leather which he know will make your arse bounce & jiggle & he knows the mark it will leave will make tomorrow awkward but form Monday bearable for you.

He edges towards the bed & his hands push your legs together, “rise on all 4, but don’t spread”He commands & you do, Swaying your hips as you go knowing he will get a glimpse of what’s his, admiring your arse as it rises to him. He is smiling as you come to a stop. He loves that you are so into this as well, but hed never let you see his big grin while he’s in control, that’s why he’s covered your eyes. “Count baby” his hand he slides across your arse, caressing it now it’s in place at his desired height “how many mr York” you whine “I’ve not decided, I’m in that kind of…” & he smack the paddles across your left buttock “mood” “one” you gasp as he says mood. The feeling arousing the both of you. & Dave continues his smacking. after every 3 smacks with the paddle he swaps to the other buttock & plants a small kiss on the other before staring again. “18” you pant & he stops & admires his work & looks at your body trembling on all fours, dripping from your pleasure into the bed sheets below. Both cheeks are flushed with crimson from the sting & he has noticed the strain in your voice, with each hit you take more air & he can see you legs slowly spreading for him.His own bulge staining from his own precum on his yfronts. “2 more?” He asks but says it in a darker tone. these are going to hurt a lot you can tell “green” & the he slaps the paddle it’s hardest across your arsehole “19” you scream your body jolting forward from something so painful & pleasurable & the next one comes straight away “fuck 20yyyyyy oooooh fuck” your response is raged as Dave, once it’s made connection, has slid 2 fingers into your arse & he has lowered his head & his tongue is lapping up at your folds. He can sense from the way your body has clamped around his fingers & mouth as he licks & sucks at your sex, that this is working. He does this for a few minutes as you thrust your arse backwards towards his face, desperate for more than fingers. He’s loving that he’s tasting so much of your tonight. Your loving it but you know you don’t want cum yet.

“Green” you moan when he withdraws his finger from you. Dave kisses the dimple at the bottom of your spine before he leaves you for a few minutes as you pant wondering where he’s gone. “My nickname moonshine, for his next part” he asks as he grabs something he’s not used before & a bottle of lube for a toy “nickname? Mr York” you ask still handcuffed, on all 4s eyes covered “my new one” he replies “yes stabby murder daddy” you coo & pull a face at him hoping he’s in front of you. He’s not But he knows you well enough to know what you’re doing. His hand grasp your sex as you feel your wetness & the lube mix in your folds.His long fingers merging the fluids together, teasing everything that’s already moist. He then takes his other dry hand & removes his y front, displaying his impressive hard girthy leaking cock for only him to admire, which bobs on its own before he grabs your hair in your high tie up, “fuckk” you moan not expecting the lift & the force on your neck “we’re gonna have fun” & he turns the stimulator you brought in on & slides it across your Clint at a level 4. “Fuck me” you groan & he tugs on your hair again “excuse me?” He asks tugging “fuck me stabby murder daddy” & that’s when he revels the blade thats been in his hand holding your hair. He drags it down the back of your neck & watches your body shiver as the cold steal glides its way across you. Petrified, but so turned on by this.

He turns up the vibrator to the next setting as he sits on the bed behind you nudging his erection against you “ooh I can be stabby baby, & your daddy, but murder, I’d kills for you, what would you do for me” Dave puts the knife behind him on the bed & removes the toy from your folds to cover his length in your slick. He then nudges all the way up & slots his way into your Arse with you whining his name in full “David Christopher York Fuck me!!!!” Is the exclamation you make as he claims your arse again “ sorry sta stab stabby” you start to pant as he smack your arse, where the paddle had previously been, before holding you in place & sliding the vibrator back across your clit. “I’m gonna let that mistake slide sweetheart, as long as you don’t cum” he moans & he is driving relentlessly inside you, watching your body tense & then relax at every single push inside you. Daves fucked your arse enough times with or without warning, but it always is so tight around him that he always struggles to not cum straight away, but delaying his satisfaction is a big turn on for both of you. He can feel his heat rising as he pounds into you, watching your body jolt with each thrust. His face is one of pure determination, with one goal to make you break his rules. He wants you to soak the toy pleasuring you, so he can feel it cover him & he can then fill your arse up with his seed before then moving onto his next tease. Telling you not to cum turns him on. He notices your hand grasping onto the bed sheets almost turning red from the force you are using “so tight sweetheart, so perfect for my girthy cock” he moans & he hits the bottom on the toy to do the intense pulse. He knows from your pleading that you’re close, & he can also feel the vibrations now through your arse, the reverb giving all of him pleasure too. “Your cunt deserves the world” & he then feels the added wetness as you scream “ooooooooh goooooodddddddd” soaking your folds, the toy & his hand as he teases you with it. His pelvis slams against you a few more times before he spills into your arse crying your name & hearing you moan once again. When he’s done he makes sure every drop stays inside you, by quickly sticking your silk knickers inside your arse just before you clench it closed. The moan that escapes you makes his cock instantly rigid again.

He sees you trying to recover your breathing, “rules are rules sweetheart” he says his own voice being husky, & he pulls your hair up again causing you to lurch & then scream as he brings the knife back into play against your spine, the coldness of the blade making you feel so many things. He pushes you so your flat on your belly & he straddles & sits on the arse he just claimed “sorry stabby murder daddy” you whine “gg grreeeen” you mumble as he tugs your hair & you feel the blade slide up your neck “for cumming I need to take something from you” & he takes & pulls you via your hair so you chest is off the bed, breasts no longer beneath you, & then you hear it, the slicing sound as the blade has left your skin. Your hair isn’t too long, but long enough to be tied up for him to play. In his fist is your hair, he’s just sliced the blade through about 3 inches off it, cutting it off in one slice. He knows you’ve got a hair appointment on Monday if he’s butchered it. He unties your hair & it shimmy’s it’s way down, now just above your shoulders in length. He watches the stress leave your body as he puts the knife down, knowing he’s not going to go further with it. “You take & take sweetheart, but I want to give you the ultimate thrill tonight” & your mouth makes that ooooh sound he adores. He then flips you onto your back & spreads your legs as far as they will go, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening sex, ready for what he does next. However he also knows this may cause you to scream Red & stop the fun for the first time between the two of you.

He admires your body, for a few more seconds & not just your sex. He adores every part of it & wants it in the best shape. He wants to trace his fingers delicately across each inch of your skin, making you pur & rive. He adores the feeling of you’re clamping down around his length as he enters you, dragging your walls, making your spiral out of control. The sex is amazing in any hole you have to offer, but there is one thing he loves the most, & that’s your soul & personality. It’s easy for him to think of this as you lie there trying to be quiet but it really is everything you do for the family, above & beyond & that you take every day in your stride. That the girls you love like they are your own & that one day you might carry his child & be the perfect mother for them, which he knows you are to Molly & Alice. & all it takes is a slide glance from the corner of your bigs eyes for you to tell him everything in a few seconds. Eyes that the second he saw them at that job interview he knew wanted him & were effected by the man sitting opposite. Dave tried to stay away & not pursue you but it was inevitable. & now he’s watching your belly rise & fall for the 1000th time today, desperately needing to be satisfied as he is enchanted by you. He heads to the wall & grabs a stroker for himself & a tickler for you but he then goes to his locked cupboard. He has some in his study, but he also makes sure he keeps some guns upstairs, just incase & this room is the perfect secure place. Your ears pick up the locking sound knowing it’s something major he’s going to pleasure you with if it needs locking away, in a locked room.

“Soft first of all my love” he states & the feathers he strokes across you, watching your rise & fall, his stroker giving him a similar feeling. “stabby” you groan from the feeling your hips moving, your next orgasm already approaching rapidly at just a few touches, igniting your fire. He takes both your hands still handcuffed & places them on the stroker around his dripping cock to encourage him further. The other end of the tickler which he grasps is flat, perfect for spanking later, like a riding crop. Your body twists wanting all the pleasure in the world, feeling every touch making you giggle at the feeling but also getting wetter each second. He trails the feathers across your folds as your hands step up the stroking pace, before he withdraws them & doesn’t actually give you an instruction to do with them. Not that you have time to think as you feel the flat end flick across your clit “mr york” you groan with each pinch & sting “your enjoying that aren’t you sweetheart” his breathing is starting to quicken “but with pleasure comes more pain” as he removes it & slides two fingers inside you scissoring for your desire, but as your hips rise & you go to clamp down they are withdrawn & replaced with something Much harder & girthier. It’s not his cock & it’s not a vibrator. He has sliped his small metal gun shaft inside you. It’s cold, it’s metallic & it hitches your breath making you panic, but your body still clamps around it.

“You’re gonna answer me truthfully now, like a good girl & then I might let you cum” Dave snarls as he watches your folds & cunt fully accept the weapon. He’s hard & leaking & waiting for you to scream red, but you say “greeen?” As a question. His eyes are filled with lust & desire as he drops down to watch your cunt fully enjoy this while he plays games.

“What’s my name?” “Mr David Christopher York, stabby murder daddy” & he kisses your knee as a reward.

“What do I do as a job?” “You deal with people” & he withdraws the knickers from your arsehole making your gasp & rock harder. His spill from earlier starts to leak out, pooling around you.

“What do you do as a job” “attend to the York family & your needssssss” you moan as he pushes the shaft further inside you & your arousal starts to trickle outside of your core. His lips desperate for another taste of your sweet honey.

“Did you remove the audio on my file?” “No didn’t know I could” & he intently is now analysing your body to see if you are lying but you aren’t , your rhythm is the same.

“Did you ever want him to fuck you?” “Never” is your brash angered response

“Have you had sex with anyone in my house other than me?” “Of course not Dave” his tone was harsh when asking that one & he starts twisting the gun “fuckkkkk ooooh Dave” you plead & then he firmly & sharply slides the gun all the way up to the trigger inside you & doesn’t move it back”excuse me?” He asks “sorry Mr stabby murder daddy York but you’re making me wannna…. Want” & he quickly withdraws the gun making you scream, & cum at the exact same time. The feeling of it’s loss at it was dragged away from your walls sent you spiralling over the edge, with not prior warning you were that close. But he gives you no time for riding it out as you walls flutter in excitement. You feel the bed move & his sits on top of your belly flush, feeling his hard cock almost upto your breasts, leaking across you. His weight pushing down on you as your arousal seeps out of you, pooling on the sheets. He takes the gun covered in your spoils & drags it back & forth across your lips before shoving it in your mouth, so it hits your tonsils.

“Say the word sweetheart” he wheezes as he grasps at one of your nipples. You’re still clamping & undoing from the fast motion of the gun being withdrawn from your sex & your heads struggling to keep up, it’s now dealing with the taste of you on something metallic & cold & not a usual toy in your mouth sucking & licking around it to even nod or respond. He can sense your licking so pulls the gun out making you gasp as he brings it under your chin, trailing your fluids from it. “Answer moonshine” he demands “greee…” before you get it out, Dave slams the gun back into your mouth. That ever so small little mouth, doing despicable things, that neither of you had ever thought of. You gag at the motion, but you don’t know when your next breath is coming as he’s in charge. He withdraws again as you gasp.

“Does Christian smell good?” Dave rolls the barrel down your face as you answer “no he was cheap like the man, no class or…” Dave thrust the gun back into your mouth. Your eyes ping open & your hands lurch forward almost grasping his erection. “2 hits for yellow, 3 for red” Dave reminds you before he says “would Christian threaten you with life or death during role play?” He growls withdrawing the gun, & he sees your body flinch & feels you tense up beneath him when he spins the barrel. He can sense this is becoming to much for you & looks back seeing the white mess now on the bed sheets that you’ve made. “You’ve not answered sweetheart “ & he clicks off the guns safety “yellow!” You squeak finally acknowledging this may be a little bit to much for you. But then he places the sopping saliver covered gun directly under your chin, & wraps his large palm around your throat. He is trying so hard not to cum on your breasts right now. The hand on the throat pulls at the collar as you gasp for air “I said yellow Dave for fuck sake” you plead unknowing that he is smirking above you “tell me who owns you cunt, who makes you cum?” He shouts pulling on the collar more, he wants to break you but knows that any much more than this & you might not want to be touched by him ever again. “YOU FUCKING DO!” You scream back “DAVE!!!!” & you feel his hand let go of the collar & move to his shirt that still covering your eyes. He can’t wait to see the look in your eyes in a second. “Don’t open until I say” & you close them tight as he removes the shirt, both out of obedience for your Dom & out of fear, which is arousing you. “Well sweetheart I think some of what you’ve told me is true but it’s time to face your destiny” & he slides the gun up over your chin & into your mouth “any last words?” It’s stern & powerful as he says this “I love you” you whimper around the weapon hardly audible & you freeze as you hear the click…

Water spills down your throat making you splutter & spit on the gun, coughing it up. You for all of 10seconds through Dave might kill you but he didn’t. Eyes still shut but you can hear him laughing as he slowly withdraws the gun from your mouth “it’s not funny Dave…” “you can open now” & your eyes adjust to the light of the room & how sweaty & damp & erect Dave is sitting on top of you holding his water pistol. “This is the best Amazon purchase I’ve ever made, it had you worried for a few seconds didn’t it” & he changes the spray on it so when he next hits the button, it’s a mist covering your face neck & breasts making you nipples even harder. “But you never said red, I’m impressed & for…” “I knew you’d not go that far” you interrupt forgetting where you are & he lifts your handcuffs out the way so he can bite on a nipple, making your scream. “Oooh fuck sorry mr York” you groan as he lets go before giving it a good lick. “I was going to say I owe you an orgasm for that but…” & then he looks into your huge dazzling eyes that he’s missed all night, filled still with lust, desire & love.

He gets off you to put everything to the side for a clean up later, not saying a word, & you remain on your back, body still moving wanting more. He keeps having little glances at you & he can see your sex haze smile beaming back at him, admiring his peachy arse. It was always worth him doing all those squats for moments like this. “Can I try one more thing?” He asks as he turns around doing that eyebrow & looks at you seductively as you bite your lip & nod “yes stabby murder daddy”You reply your breath now calming, from the huge shock you had. He leans over your body with the hand cuff key & undoes your wrists which the two of you both rub & stroke. You may have worn these multiple times before but they do always leave a small mark & need a bit of care. “& for this you can call me Dave I’ll allow it “ & he takes your lips in his, rounding his tongue around your teeth, feeling each inch of your mouth. Ever so small but always accommodating for girthy items. “I’ll do my best” you say as he comes away & walks to the bottom of the bed, & then Dave York does the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

When Dave was training you for certain sights & sounds & what to respond to after the first bullet removal incident all those years ago, he gave you some of his training videos. There was one in there that you watched & you kept. He’s on top of a tower & he’s lining up to take a snipers position , & he drops to his knees smoothly, in one motion placing his hand on the floor, palming himself down, so he is flush against it. He’s also talking over the video about how pulling the trigger needs to be done with love & due care & how you should treat all your guns & weapon with respect, like the women you make love to. It was never meant to be seen by you, but it was after the white noise point of the video that he needed you to see. & you rewatched that 15second clip over & over & over again. Arousing you each time, making you eventually have to make a copy through fear you’d wear the video out as your pleasures yourself to that moment on loop. The sexiest non sexy thing you’d ever seen in your life until this very second. When Dave did this to you on the bed in his dungeon.

His body is long & stretched as he lingers over your thighs, showing off every muscle, defined to perfection. He has no gun but he holds his erect penis as he spreads his leg & slowly lowers just before your folds. He then wriggles up your slightly & places his palm on you stomach to completely lower himself on top on your so he’s flush, skin on skin. His eyes meeting yours through the gap in your breasts before he slides up & spreads your legs a little nudging against your folds, ready to enter. “Fuckkkkkkk Dave….” You moan “that’s better than any training video isn’t it?” “How…oh yea cctv, wait…” “I’ve waited a long time to have the guts to position myself like that on you, was it worth the wait sweetheart?” & his knees spread your legs & entrance fully open for him in a few seconds time. “so sexy…” your lips are engulfed passionately by Dave, taking every inch he can has his hand caresses your side & then you both moan. Him from the tightness of your cunt clamping down on him making his want to cum instantly & you from the stretch & fullness of him inside you, always feeling so large & hard throbbing before he’s even moved one muscle. “Fuck me” Dave groans coming up for air & moving a strand of hair away from your face “yes please Dave “‘you reply & then you both giggle, his hand inspecting your side, as it glides & tickles down to your hip to grasp it. His other goes around your back to pull you into his lap. “Be a good girl & rock with me til your hips can’t move anymore”

In his lap licks, nips & kisses provide the majority of the noise as he pounds into your glorious cunt. There is rocking to a beat that every rave djs would say was unattainable. Ferocious & hard. It was easy for him to glide inside you, to pleasure you after your many slick moments earlier in this Saturday night. But this right here as you bite on his earlobe & whisper to him “your the best sex I’ve ever had” making his head roll back & making you both move faster is something so spontaneous & so right & so sums up your relationship. He’s still in his Desiring dungeon, but he’s back to being Dave your fuck buddy & boss right now. As he feels your fingernails drag down his back making him hiss “tightest cunt in the world sweetheart, it’s all mine”. These bed sheets are going to be a nightmare to deal with, as your sweat & sex drips onto them. You lean back but he’s still holding you in place, as your other hand trials down his chest, before he pulls you back in with a jolt after almost completely withdrawing his cock, before fully slamming it back inside, dragging your walls firmly. There’s no denying that Daves hitting the spot every time making you whine.”Dave…” you groan closing your eyes feeling it all bubble up inside, ready to drench his cock. He moans your name back & he brings you in closer as you both spiral out of control. Jolting & rocking & feeling him spill inside your walls as you clamp down screaming “fuck me” is all your ever want, for the rest of your life. Dave Yorks cock, his body & his sensuality(when he bothers) has ruined all men for you. & the fact he makes you cum almost every time, soaking him to Within an inch of your life is an added bonus. You both continue to rock into each other, riding your orgasms out, feeling him still hard, pulsing & spilling inside you, until you both come to stop. Holding onto each other & neither of your wanting to let go. This day of craziness has had more that just a quick fuck at one point which was what you were hoping for when he left on Thursday night.

You feel the mattress, underneath you eventually as Dave withdraws his softening length & goes to get some cleaning items to look after the two of you. “Ever the gentleman, but sometimes the Dom” you say as he cleans you up before attending to himself. He smirks at that line. His eyes are feeling heavy from everything that’s gone on in the last 48 hours. He looks at you as you analyse the room wondering what you need to clean & wash before Carol & the kids get home tomorrow. “That can wait sweetheart”’he winks, he’s known you long enough to know what your thinking. “I think it’s about time we actually got some real sleep.” & he takes your hand helping you up off the bed “I don’t think that shirt will be ready for Monday Dave” you cackle shimmying to your feet & feeling the sting in your buttocks. “You okay?” He asks “green”you respond but your legs do take a second to steady. You’re still admiring his blissfully ravaged body from your day of passionate sex, which he clocks “I was expecting the shirt to have an effect, but not quite like that, damn that made you feral” & his eyebrow twitches “I mean you owned it Dave “ & you both step into his actual man cave as he locks the door & you both then leave.

“Well good night mr…” but he interrupts you grabs your hand & plants a tender kiss on your lips, filled with softness & love as those plump crimsons feel like the world is on fire.”sleep with me?” he whispers. You freeze. His hand strokes across your neck under the collar “this isn’t a Dom or power trip. This is me Dave York, the man you love, asking you to spend the night in my bed.” You’re lost for words standing before him naked & aching from pleasure. “Dave I…” & his hand trials across your body making you almost buckle from his electric touch. “Just actual sleep & snuggles, that all I want, I want you to be with me & be safe” & he offers his hand & you take it tentatively & walk with him into his bedroom, getting into the bed under the duvet. You always thought your bed was comfortable, but this is off the scale. No wonder he goes back to this bed after he’s had sex with you. As he slides in next to you, he wraps his arms around you, inhaling you sex scent, feeling your body relax, & listing to your breathing. “Dave what about…” & he traces his thumb over your mouth to shhh you. You kiss it, before he boops your nose. “Go dream of me sweetheart, & then in the morning & if you feel you up to it…”’& he can see your eyes start to flicker almost asleep but still listening, the hum so soothing to him before he lifts your hair & whispers in your ear “… I’ll make love to you”.

Your eyes widen & stare at him, not blinking, suddenly you’re very very awake. “I’m dreaming right, like I was last night, when I thought I heard you say you loved me…” & he pulls you in for the biggest bear hug against his chest, engulfing you so your almost suffocating as he wraps around you. Youre watching as his breathing hitches & his body reacts to the two of you holding each other in a lasting embrace. Dave doesn’t say a word until he knows you’re fully asleep & he lowers the two of you into the pillows. “Baby if you knew how much i am in love with you, you’d combust” he moans as he looks up at the ceiling before one last glance at you. His eyes finally closing on this Saturday night. Hopefully with a less trauma, filled dreams then he’s had recently, to replace them soon with beautiful love making that he hopes you will both do for the rest of your lives, or at least Sunday morning .

Chapter Ten

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ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER EIGHT SATURDAY EVENING

Dinner & Desert

Chapter Seven

Happy Dave York Saturday.2 fics in less than 12 hours, my bad. I‘ve almost actually finished all my first drafts for this series & I feel a little lost now. I mean I know it has to end & I can return to Dave whenever but it feels weird this week is almost done. But seriously thank you all for the reads & feedback.

Synopsis: Dave as promised wants to take you out as a thank you for everything, as well as a new gift for you that will really get your Saturday night going. He also needs to have a serious chat while he teases you.

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! All warnings on master Dave York page. Pleasure in public, teasing Oral sex male & female receiving, trust issues, teasing,mentions of anal, fingering, face sitting, Dom control, sex play room introduced, mentions of pregnancy, masturbation, swearing & alcohol, public displays of affection. I think that is everything.

Thanks as always for the read & feed back, see you next week. I know I’ll be seeing you all next week… 👀

The water bill that the Yorks are going to receive this month will be through the roof. After taking your arse once more on the kitchen island, Dave had another shower, before coming down stairs in just his towel, on the phone booking a table for dinner tonight. You’re putting the washing in the dryer & sorting out a few things as he walks towards his office. A smirk & some seductive Carmel eyes are glanced your way before he goes in. You poke your head around the door once your happy everything been sorted out, to see what he doing before you head up stairs for your own shower, so you don’t reek of sex when you go out tonight. “Nope i didn’t order that canvas & neither did you” he says looking back from his swivel chair from the screen. Clothes that are still all across his study from earlier, you scoop up ready for tomorrows wash, when the rest of the family return. “Could be the gallery?” You question, before your eyes are drawn to his lap as he is manspreading, semi hard, his eyes then finding yours directly as he licks his lips. “I’ve left you a little gift on your bed, something I’d like you to wear tonight if that’s not too much?” He’s twitching making the fluffy white towel move “wear whatever else you want but wear what’s in the box” “& the necklace?” You ask putting the clothes on his desk & doing your innocent eyes & touching the chain of the collar delicately. “only if it goes with the dress, I can put it back on when we get home later if needs be” & you edge towards him, eyes wide with desire, your body ready for him already. “All these gifts Dave, & I’ve not given you one” & you drop to your knees in front of him & remove your blue jumper. “Your cunt is the only gift I ever need sweetheart” & you move the swivel chair towards you & undo his towel, engulfing his cock in your mouth instantaneously to taste all that Dave has to offer. “Ooooh fuck, maybe I need your mouth too” is the delightful noise he makes before you start to bob & gag around his throbbing length.

Dave may have tasted exquisite as you lapped up every drop of his cum earlier, leaving some on your tongue so he could taste it in a deep kiss afterwards. He also enjoyed that you removed & left his boxers in the study & rolled your hips so he could see your naked arse move as you climbed the stairs. But your shower feels extraordinary right now. The stress from your confrontation seeping down the drain, along with fear as to what would happen if Dave didn’t like you saying I love you to him. Your safe & secure & the only two things that will stop that, are Carol finding out about you or a mission going wrong for Dave. You go to slip a finger inside you in the shower just to tease, when you remember there’s a camera in the shower head. You stop for a second & pause, but then play up to it, face it, blow it a kiss & moan just before you slip inside your self, “stabby murder daddy your fingers are better” before you touch yourself, the mist engulfing you as you think about Dave’s own delicious fingers. You don’t cum but it’s enough to arouse you. You throw in his name a few times for his later pleasure.

Once dry, make up done & your hair sorted, straightened with a kink by your shoulders, you open the box Dave has left for you on your bed. Once again a little box with a black ribbon on it. You lift the lid & see a note

*for tonight, matching bra dependant on the dress you choose, you will enjoy these. Dx*

Underneath the note & the black tissue paper is a very lacy almost opaque black French knickers. They are shorter than most you have seen & have lots of frills going around them. As you pick them up to inspect them you notice they are actually a little bit heavier than ones you’ve worn before. You slide them on over your arse & sex covering everything & inspect them from all angles in the mirror. It makes your curves look amazing, & your bum look perky. You smirk as you run your hand across the lace, Dave obviously saw these & wanted to tear these off you the first opportunity he could. You know the perfect indigo dress that shows off your bum & rounds it’s nicely that will go with these, & find a black bra to also wear before slipping both of these on. The dress will stop just above your knees. The collar necklace does go with the outfit, & you match it with some light blue earrings & find you black clutch. All the shoes are down stairs although both you & Dave know that whenever you dress up for an occasion you pick the designer Monolo Blahniks to wear, the black ones with the blue lining. They won’t look out of place tonight. They are the most expensive item you own.

“Fuck me, why the hell did I decide we should go out for dinner?” Dave asks as you step into the lounge. His eyes cover ever inch of you in a second & you spin around slowly so he can admire all of you, before he has even asked you too. Your looking at him in his black suit jacket & crisp white shirt, no tie. His trouser which aren’t too tight, but you know that if you wanted to feel, it wouldn’t take much for him to show. & the shoes are boots but they are pointy boots, & are very glossy. Dave has put effort into his look as well. He stands up & walks towards you with his phone in his hand & plants a small soft kiss on your left cheek. You move into hug him, to inhale his aftershave, rich & spicy & dark much like the man you love. He moves to kiss you just past the strap of your dress, so you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for an embrace. You are firmly holding him, feeling his body relax, loving the cool air he is breathing into you as his breath hitches, enjoying his scent, when suddenly you feel this incredible motion, between your legs which Causes you to moan & clench.

“Shitttttt” you scream grasping hard against Dave, almost digging into his shoulder through his jacket & shirt. “Ahh crap sorry was that too much” he whispers & the feeling stops as you pant out of breath. “Dave what the hell was…. oooooh” & you feel it again just much less intense. “These French knickers are for both our delights tonight” He says as he clicks on his phone to stop the vibrations. “We’re going to chat about life & apologise & be honest with each other, & if I think you need to reconsider or I need more, I’ll just hit this button & it will drive you insane” you eyes dilate. Once again Dave has planned something that anyone else you’d say no to straight away, but because it’s him & you know he will do everything in his power to give you an amazing night of pleasure in public or at home, you start to smile. “Dave York being honest & talking trust, that something iiiiiii….” But your cut off as your knickers start to reverberate around to you.

You grab onto the sofa as Dave has moved out of arms length from you “that’s setting 3 think you can cope with that?” His boyish grin is intoxicating to you as he says this. He’s now waiting for the consent from you to play this out for the night. “As long as I’m sitting down yes”you say, your arousal is growning between your thighs & you consent after getting your breath back. “Sweetheart if your not comfortable, we can” “No Dave…” you interrupt as you sit down, knowing he will hit the button, to teach you a lesson for interrupting, but also to check you can take it. The sigh you make as your body responds tells you both that you can do this. “Always so responsive, such a good girl you are” & he slides next to you in the sofa, his lips find yours this time. There’s no vibrations going on between the phone & your knickers but you are both trembling while the kiss commences. Your dynamic really has changed today, this kiss almost feels like he’s kissing you back filled with love, which unknown to you, he is. He’s desperate for more than this in his life from you, & he basically wants to tell you this tonight. His phone then pings to say the taxi is 3mins aways & he helps you stand up. “For once I’ll play fair sweet heart, until I need to up the stakes later” he winks & helps you up off the sofa & out of the house arm in arm.

Dave is relatively restraint in the back of the taxi. To the driver who doesn’t know who either of you are, you’re just a couple going out for dinner on a Saturday night. Stolen glances, small talk & the occasional caress of your cheek is all that happens as you’re taken into the city. His eyes are filled with a millions memories all shining back at you, telling you everything that you need to know. The man really does want to treat you like his everything tonight. Where he’s booked for dinner is a place you’d mentioned your friends all went for someone’s birthday last year, but you didn’t attend as the Yorks needed you to go on holiday with them to look after the kids. It’s the only time Dave has begged you to do something & asked you to change your normal life. It’s quaint but stunning, an ambiance which just exudes style & sophistication, you’re very glad you are dressed the way you are. Dave makes sure as you walk to the table that his arm is warped around your waist cradling your hip, showing you off to the rest of the room that you are his. It makes you blush that he wants everyone to see that he has you all to himself. He waits for you to sit down & get comfortable in your chair before he takes his own seat. Before the waiter comes over, he gets out his phone for a small test, which makes your mouth go oooooh. “Still good sweetheart?” He asks & once the pleasure has subsided a little you reach your hand across to him, tracing over his knuckles “never better” you wink. He gives you a small sharp pulse as you grasp his hand, edging you closing to your eventual undoing.

The lady who brings the wine over, comments on your necklace. You blush & start to play with it. She likes it & says it’s the most dazzling thing she’s seen all night. You play down the compliment thanking her as Daves hand moves towards his phone, & then you mention it was an anniversary gift from the man sitting opposite you & it was personal. Dave darts you a look, & as she turns to face him, he hits the button while answering her question while looking at you out of the corner of his mischievous eyes. You actually were expecting it & take the pulses well for the 5seconds. When she leaves to get your starters he’s proud of the way you took that “our anniversary?” He asks “got to say something, she was looking at you, wanting you” you tease “you jealous?” He smirks, a dark grin sliding across his face “no I was…oooh Dave” & he hits the button again “honesty?” He says & you regain your composure & you toast each other before trying the lovely Malbec your ordered. Rich & delicious as it’s coats you throat, but not as delicious as Daves own juice that you’ve gouged on so many times.

Dinner was delicious & he’s only sent jolts to you to arouse you when you’ve been sarcastic towards him. Each one making your breathing hitch & dampening a little more each time. “We will have desert” Dave informs the waitress, “but can you come back in 10mins with the menus, we need a chat” & he winks at her, making her flustered as she walks away. Dave leans in & takes your hand admiring your silver nail varnish before beaming back up to you. “I need you to react calmly okay to what I’m about to say, can you do that for me” he smoulders at you “I’ll do my best Mr…” “no! tonight while we’re out, it’s Dave” he interrupts & sends you another 5 second wave of pleasure & you grip his hand tighter, he can feel the tension. “Dave you were the one who said honesty so I will try my hardest” you respond once you’re no longer wanting more that just the material pulsing against your sex. Dave take a deep breathe & produces the two letters that were on the kitchen table earlier in the week. “Carol wants me to have a vasectomy, she doesn’t want to be pregnant again & has enquired about it on my behalf,” your eyes light up at this news. If Dave gets the snip it means you don’t have to worry about later periods again & he can fill you up for as long as possible. “However…” he continues “I am at the age where I think I want another kid & she doesn’t, so…” & he slides the letter addressed to him across to you. You pick it up hands shaking & see it’s a solicitors letter, stating that Dave York wishes to freeze his sperm & leave it to you in the event of him having the procedure or anything else happening to him.

You’re shocked “Dave are you… do you?” Your stumbling “I’d really like you to have my baby, youre wonderful with the kid & have the best maternal instinct, & im not saying it has to be immediate, but if you ever wanted kids, I’d really like to be the father.” “Dave I…” & your worried. This man has feelings for you. The man who is dead in side, with a black heart. He wants you to bare his child, even if he’s not in your life for whatever reason. He wants you to raise part of his family, properly “I love my two girls, & you were right earlier today, when you were accusing me, I would do that for them, but I’d also do it to save you” Dave takes a deep breath as he clutches your other hand, a warmth that he doesn’t want to let go of. Infact he doesn’t ever want you to be out of his sight ever again. He loves you to much, not that he’d ever formally admit it to you. “I should not have feelings for you, I know it but I do, & I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but these last few weeks & certain things that have happened just prove to me that I can’t not have you in my life.” One tear trickles down your face. You are aware this is the closest Dave York ever will truly get to saying he loves you. “Please think about it & consider it, I’m not me without you” & he lifts his head to see you in your emotional state, which breaks his heart. “You really really do love me, don’t you?” He whispers, his own voice breaking “more than the world Dave” you sniff taking one hand away from his to brush the tears away “that’s a lot to process, can I think about it?” “Sweetheart you have all the time in the world,” & he takes the hand he still has hold of & kisses it “in an ideal world, I’d take you home right now & try to fill you up enough so my sperm has nowhere to go but impregnate you, but i…” “ask me Dave & I’ll say yes” you abruptly interrupt him. You’re shocked the words came out of your mouth. To think that 24 hours ago before he stumbled in on you as he was bleeding out, that you’d now be sitting opposite him saying you would have his baby, is crazy. His hand hits his phone for the interruption & you moan “ooooh Dave yes” “in what respect sweetheart?” & he hits the button again, as you gasp “all of it but ask me in the morning again” he dials it up to 5 watching you have a moment from the back to back vibrations ready to have fun when the waitress comes over “so the menus for…” “actually,” Dave interrupts as he hits his phone again. You feel the intensity is greater this time & try everything not to make your feelings obvious that there’s more going on with you right now. You can feel how warm you are now getting. “…can we have the bill & a taxi?” & you bite your bottom lip, as he licks his “I think my wife is fully satisfied” he smirks. It’s only once she’s left & he’s given you one more jolt of desire that you sigh at him “wife?” & he smirks “well it’s our anniversary right?”

Daves hands are all over you on the taxi back to the Yorks house. Your dresses material is stroked to within an inch of its life. Those large smooth hands that do nasty things are teasing, you’re wanting them to do even more than that’s. His lips radiate heat as the hunger for you takes over any appetite he may have still had. His tongue taking up all the available space in your mouth, making your desire greater. “Dave” is the only word you are saying, every now & then he flicks the button on his phone, he can feel the the reverb on to him as he’s wrapped around you. “You’re such a good girl, for all of this, I’ll make this worth your while” before he dives back in for another kiss. Deep & rich, your lipstick now entirely gone, from the plump assault on your mouth. When you arrive Dave pays & leaves a tip almost the same amount as the fare. As much as the driver was concentrating, he’d just received a free show of your love in the back seat. Dave hurriedly unlocks the door & pushes you inside, slamming it shut. He grabs his phone & hits button 10 & presses pulse causing you to lean against the wall & convulse, your body losing control as the vibrations from the french pleasure knickers take over your sex. No vibrator you’ve ever used has had this much power “fuckkkk Dave “ you scream, you’ve wanted to moan aloud for a while. & the smug look on his face makes him twitch inside his trousers. He turns it back down to a 5 after watching you have a few minutes of intensity & walks you into the lounge.

Dave drops to his knees in the way that you usually do, & removes his jacket. The white shirt even brighter with out the black. You feel the vibrations stop as he puts his phone on the sofa. His hands trail up your legs, past your thighs & sex & into your waist band. His touch always makes you weak & wanting more, you know exactly what those hands can do. “So desert sweetheart…” his voice trails off as he slides your drenched knickers from your body, you actually then realise how soaked you already were for him & the air now touching your skin makes you shudder. His eyes full with lust when he eventually sees how wet the lace is, all due to his phone tonight. “My desert is your sweet honey” & he lifts your feet as your knickers get to your ankles & he removes them & each heel at the same time. “Hitch your dress up & come sit down” & he lies on the floor on his back, sniffing your arousal from the knickers, the stickiness of them making him groan & harden. “Where would you like me to sit Dave?” You ask as you slowly roll your hem up “I can’t taste you anywhere else…” he snarls & pouts. His tongue slides out expectant to be deep within your folds momentarily. You walk over his body only revealing your mound, when you’re almost above his head. He loves the sight of looking up at you dripping, so ready for him to explore & lick you until both of you go numb from slurping. “Sit down sweetheart, i insist” & you lower yourself down slowly rolling your hips. He stops you & grasps your hips before you make contact. His thumbs trailing making you shiver. “Don’t worry my love, your not going to squish me, now let me indulge” & he lowers your sex to his mouth & plants a tender kiss on it as your thighs go either side of his head. He taps you once & winks to signal that he is happy & you nod to confirm, as his tongue deliciously slides inside of you.

“Ooooh god” you cry, rolling without even thinking about it. Your on auto pilot as you push yourself into Daves face smothering him in your arousal. You can hear him pur beneath you. His mouth moulded around you bundle of pleasure, flicking in & out. Splattering across his face with your essence. He has always loved licking every inch of you out, almost drying you up, & encouraging you to make more. You body is the most responsive to when he laps at you. All other pleasure & orgasms & teasing aside, it’s his lips taking in your sensitivity & the warm connection to your moist desire that makes you wish moments like this could last forever. You let him lift & lower you from below & you enjoy just the noises & hums the two of you make. Dave isn’t a man of too many words, always to the point, but as he moans into your cunt while performing oral sex on your pleasure, it’s a sensation you can’t deny. It’s your kryptonite & with your next roll you flood into him. You don’t squirt but it’s enough of an extra rush to make him splutter before he continues his onslaught on your desire. Trying to mop up every single drop.

He smack your arse when you’re both done & on shaky legs you stand up & straddle off him. You have a quick look down at his groin to see he is fully erect in his trousers but he’s not cum yet, clearly your added stimulation helped you get there quicker. His face glistens as he beams at you. You lay down next to him & lick as much of your own self off him, making sure that sharp jaw line is licked clean & crisp, before he engages your lips in another dance. “You taste so good sweetheart” he mutters. Those long fingers trailing down your face & neck. But the he grabs the necklace & tugs. Your beaming face brought down to his in a swift move. “But I want to see how good you can be for your stabby murder daddy!” & his eyes widen & you gasp. It’s been a while since he’s had this crazed look in his eyes. “10minutes, in position, it will be unlocked” & he slides up off the floor & doesn’t even acknowledge you, as he leaves the room. The man who was all touchy feely & desperate to do anything with you 5minutes ago, has now turned dark, as he undoes his buttons.

You rush upstairs & take all your clothes off & rummage for your white knickers, which are made of silk & slip them on. You go to that draw & take out a bullet stimulator & tie your hair up in a high tail for him. He will want to pull on that. You know he’s got lube in that room & plenty of other toys for you, but you want to show that you’re willing to enjoy all of tonight’s delights. You go along the corridor & go into his man cave. There’s a small bar, sofa & a large tv. He also has 2 pin ball machines, but you know the poster on the far left of the wall opens a hidden door, up towards a world that no one else in the York residence knows exists. Dave Dominating Desiring Dungeon.

Yes when you think about Dave tying you up on a Monday night after a mission it’s not in your bed. He sneaks in to tell you 10mins & then he goes to prep waiting for you to be waiting on your knees in some plain coloured knickers ready for him to bite them off you & then fuck all his frustration out of you. He gets kinky & turned on & it’s the most sound proofed room in the house. Paddles, whips, gags, toys, strokers, beads, any everything else along the way, if Dave York wants to fuck he can have it all & you whenever he wants it. You turn on the dimmer, knowing he will want to turn on the full lights if he needs them & you glide onto the middle of the black & silver sheets on the bed in the middle of the room facing the door. You lay your bullet stimulator in front of you. Hands on your thighs, rocking, waiting for him to come & dominate you, & not looking up until he says the words to trigger you. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there when the spot light on you comes on.

“Moonshine” is echoed & you look up & raise both your arms & put your wrists together. You’re not meant to speak unless you say green until he says so, but your mouth can’t control itself once you see him emerge into the light. He’s in Y fronts which are blue & you can see his bulge already, wanting for you to touch it. But it’s his shirt. He’s put on a new one & showered in just that or at the minimum not dried off after having one, but you can still see water droplets on him. The shirt isn’t its usual blue, black or white, & it’s sticking to his glistening body, as he walks towards you. Once you pick your jaw up off the floor you say without even thinking “Mr stabby murder daddy York, & a pink shirt of sex!? Fuck me sideways” & then you realise what you’ve exclaimed. He leans in & grabs your jaw, harder than he has for most of this week “that wasn’t my plan for tonight, but as you’ve already broken the rules, I think I’ll have to include that” & he bites into your bottom lip causing your arousal to dampen, & he slaps your arse hard causing your body to convulse. He steps back & reaches for the handcuffs on the side “now shall we start again…moonshine, sweetheart?” …

Chapter Nine

[manny-jacinto]

PEDRO PASCAL 95th Annual Academy Awards

[popcornforone]

ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER SEVEN SATURDAY AFTERNOON

The Confrontation

Chapter Six

Happy Dave York Saturday… something that was going to be a short maybe 3 chapter thing has now got to chapter 7 & I’m still not done. Dave York what are you doing to me. Im not complaining though, & neither are you guys. Thank you for the reads & likes & messages.

Also happy birthday to my friend who claims Dave York is hers… I see you with my assassin… you can borrow him for your birthday & that’s it. Hehe. Love you

Synopsis: Dave knows you know, & it’s time you both laid it all on the line & had a chat about his controlling ways & his power hold he has over you, which lead to surprising revelations.

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Most warnings included in the master list however, this is an argument & things get heated & controlling & very angst with lots of shouting & some physical violence, Dom like behaviour. This won’t be for all of you I know. PIV & PIA sex, Oral & fingering, withholding orgasm, lots of swearing, collaring, power trip & Dom/Sub relationship, spying & watching, threatening. I think that’s everything again this won’t be for all of you so I’m sorry but I needed to write an angry Dave at some point.

All feedback is welcome as always peoples. Thanks for the read & I will see you all next week.

As Dave sent the message, he knows he’s got to have it out with you, but by having it out with you, means you have every right to ask why he’s got edited pornographic photos & videos of you, which he said he removed each week. Instead he sits in his office on a Sunday night if he’s home, rewatching both your exploits & making sure he gets a second shot as he cums each time. He has every right to fire you on the spot, & you have every right to just go upstairs, pack your bags & leave via where Carol is to confess everything, without saying a word to him. He knows that if you even bother to come into the office, neither of you are leaving with the same relationship that you had a little over 90mins ago in the shower. His heart leaps when almost 30seconds after sending the message you knock on the door. Your actually going to have this confrontation. This is the moment that will change both your lives. “COME!” He shouts & turns to face his computer screen so he doesn’t have to see your face as you walk in, all the frustration, or anger might make him go mad, but if you look miserable, he’d love to lick those tears off your face or give you something else pleasurable to cry about.

You slide in through the door, edging through & closing it quietly, so it clicks. You don’t lock it though, if he’s going to go for you, you want a quick escape & you know where the nearest baseball bat is to whack him & knock him out. He trained you too well. “Mr York…” & it comes out far too high pitched & nervous. Bollocks you think, I’ve given it up already. You’ve picked the globe in the corner of the room to look at so you don’t look at him, you’re a shaking wreck already. He can’t see that though he’s looking at his screen, & his sigh at hearing your voice go weird, it makes him feel bad. This is all his fault, he knows it. “Sit down” & he points at the chair by the bookcase saying it bluntly “actually sir I’d pref…” “I SAID SIT DOWN” & he bashes his hand against the desk as he turns & you both catch each other eyes, seeing the anger & sorrow in both of them. “NO” you reply & fold your arms while looking up to the ceiling, looking at him will make you cry for sure. You need to be firm with him for as long as possible. After those short exchanges neither of you say a word & you stand & he sits in silence both brooding, filled with every emotion possible, not making eye contact. You finally take a big gulp of air & then spill.

“What I did was wrong, but you? what you did was worse, 2 wrongs to make a right!” It flows & for a few minutes it all comes out of your mouth very high pitched & all over the place & quickly. He hears it all & you’re glad you got it out before he could manipulate you. He turns his head giving you the once over, analysing your body for nerves & ticks like he does any potential target, before working out their weakness to expose them. The problem with you is, he knows full well he is your weakness. “What you did was a breach of privacy, how the hell did you get access to my encrypted server?” He sternly accuses, he’s not gone for his interrogation voice but it’s edging there. “excuse me?” You ask & he’s taken a back by that “you were the one who didn’t log off property when you said I could use your computer & details to order my canvas, so I just clicked on the last login & up it came…” “but not all of it!” His voiced raised as he slams his hand on the desk again, this time it doesn’t startles you “you had to get into the personal file some how” “blind luck” you cackle & then remember your meant to be arguing & cross & not thinking about how you worked the code out. This is the power Dave has, even when you want to slap him across the face & he’s mad, & you want to walk out on him right now, he still makes you feel everything. That’s his job, which he’s bloody good at. He’s meant to get everyone’s trust & support before dealing with them, while not having any of his own. You look at his face he’s trying not to smirk, but he’s still angry. “150… reverse cow girl, fitting that we ended up doing that then” he mocks but you can still sense his anger “& such a pity that the next time you get my cock, it will be me controlling you to within an inch of your life.” & suddenly the fun & games are over. Dave York the assassin & the Dominant are coming to the surface. “How would you…” “STOP!” You shout & he does, you know a how would, ends up in him teasing you & denying your orgasm. Youre not up for any sex right now. This confrontation has to happen.

“Why didn’t you tell me there was more than one camera in my room? & audio? & then the editing? & then all the files? Fuck Dave” & your list about the privacy invasion continues & his face turns red & dead with embarrassment & anger. He should have told you about there being more cameras. “I should have left on Friday, late afternoon but no I didnt. Because you needed my help” you pause & then make sure you face him directly “Just tell me why Dave? why WHY?” You screech as you come to the end of your long accusing sentence & he kicks away his chair & stands up & faces you dead in the eyes in your personal space & Screams directly at you “BECAUSE IM A FUCKING ASSASSIN & I CANT CONTROL MYSELF WITHOUT THINKING OF THE TWO OF US FUCKING FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES OKAY!!!!” The words bounce off the walls which once again fall silent. He puts his head in his hand & paces for a bit, kicking the chair each pass. “FOR FUCK SAKE!!!” He screams losing his nerve & his anger boiling over. He’s trained to be better than this but he just needs to vent. You just stand there a gasp, never have you heard Dave that loud & scary ever, apart from when he fucks your arse while you’re gaged & bound, but even then he has more control than this. Dave is pacing about like a loose cannon & you know it’s going to either take you touching him which you currently don’t want to do or you resigning to either throw him over the edge or sort out his issues. Dave only tortures you for sexual pleasure, but you’ve seen him at work first hands, by resigning you may meet a similar fate to those unfortunates. “AAARRRGGFFHHHH” he screams as he eventually removes his firmly grasped hands from his head & ruffles his hair. He faces you directly panting like he’s just been fucking you for the entire night. “WELL FUCKING SAY SOMETHING SWEETHEART PLEASE, CANT YOU AT LEAST TELL ME TO FUCK OFF!?” & that stuns you slightly. “Dave” you mumble trying to get what you want to say right.“LOUDER!” He screeches back & that does make you jump, which he notices you flinch & remembers he has feeling for you. You aren’t a target, or someone on a mission, you are his lover who helped heal him in so many ways in the last 24h. “Sorry I’ll tone it down,” & he does a few calming motions that you’ve seen him do before he goes off on a mission. “Please repeat, you must want to shout at me” “you could have asked” you interrupt him calmly & he doesn’t get pissed like he usually does however inside he is raging. “If you’d have asked to keep the videos for security & asked for extra camera in certain places I may have accepted it. But that still doesn’t mean you can watch me at 6am each morning tease myself, I’d not given consent for that.” & it’s your turn to pace although you won’t approach Dave in the middle of the room so your pace is about 4 steps side to side.

“You having sex with me, & keeping them, I get it, if that’s your kink, fine. I’m willing to negotiate. Me on my own is a different matter in itself, but for it all to be on there, under different files with camera I didn’t know existed. Imagine if to save someone’s life you had to unlock the server it…” “it would never fucking come to that “Dave snarls & his eyes have turned black in rage, that you’d even think it would get to that with him. “everyone’s got a price Dave. if the…” you start but he interrupts you looking the most evil he’s ever been “if you say the girl or Carol I will upload all these videos to pornhub right now!” & you stop. He so would do that, no one gets in the way of his girls & his love for them. He threw carols name in there just to piss you off & it’s worked. “I thought trust worked both ways Dave?” You ask & edge tentatively towards the desk “it does, but not with me, you should know that because of what I do…” “ & how many times have I covered for you? Hmmmm?” & it’s your turn to slam your hand into the desk to startle him “Ive lied & said people came to kill me, when they were after you, I know the names of chemicals that some people don’t know even exist, I didn’t tell the police about you breaking Steves wrists” “he fucking deserved it & you know it” Dave interrupts & pokes his hand viciously at you. His pacing starts again “& what about your trust, just inviting men to make out with while we’re not here?” He asks & then he pauses… “fuck” he shouts. He’s just given up his joker card early. “I’m sorry what” you ask in question, you have no idea what he’s on about, you’ve never brought anyone else back here to have sex with. It’s Daves house so you will attend to Daves cock & no one else’s. “sit down sweetheart” & he nudges to the office chair, you shake your head. He marches towards you & grasps both you hands firmly & pulls you into the swivel chair & makes you face the screen after typing in a new passcode “look” & he turns your face to the Screen, holding it firmly in place so you have to watch. It’s a tight grip but you both know he’s not actually hurting you that much.

There’s Christian trying to take advantage of you yesterday, for you to see “clearly you’ve not heard the audio then” you smirk & hit the volume button but no sound comes out “what!?!” You sit there in shock “exactly, why is there no audio girl, why” “clearly you can see from my body language that I’m against him doing this & push him away a few times” you plead. Dave rewinds the video, keeping your head in place so you have to see the vulture encounter multiple times, as a sort of punishment, but his grip starts to lessen when he realises your turning away from him & going no. “Then who else has been in the office to down load this & remove the sound” Dave asks? Your stumped & start begging “I swear on my life & yours…” & he laughs at that comment it’s the first time he’s smiled since you’ve started this confrontation. “oooh on my life…” “shut up” you interrupt causing his face to turn stern & grab your hand firmly, making your knuckles clench. “yes I love you of course I…” & then you pause. Dave squeezes the hand he has hold of, not forcefully but lovingly, the other hand of yours frozen in mid air, face & brain stopped in time. You just told Dave York you love him. You’ve noticed he’s gone quiet too, hardly any breath is coming out of him. “Did you…” he whispers & he goes for your other hand but you move it away quickly, letting your other hand slide loose & back the chair into him & stand up, facing away trying to undo the necklace, that you’ve not attempted to take off yet, that he gave you. You’re not facing him as tears are welling in your face. You’ve got to resign right now & leave the York house. “I quit Dave, I quit everything.” You find the clasp & go to undo it but it won’t slide apart which panics you, your breathing becomes raged, all the emotions in your body & head fracture & you fall to the ground in a ball in a complete mess, screaming for the whole town to hear in anguish.

Dave has seen you have panic attacks, stresses & even watched you go through a break up before he started having sex with you. He knows this is your fuck off & leave me alone crumple, but he also knows that caressing your shoulders & pulling you in for a hug will solve everything, even before you got involved with each other. His anger has gone, he knows by this reaction you’re as confused angry & frustrated as he is. He lowers himself to the floor next to you & goes to put his arms around your shoulders but you shake them “no, no” you sob into your blue jumpers sleeve. But the next time his hands touch you, you let out a large sigh of relief. His broadness brings you in close to his body & he shhhhs you “it’s okay baby I got you, your safe, Daves here & I’m so soooooo sorry” he whispers “I’m sorry too” you say through the weeping, wrapping your arms around his stomach, your ripped jeans rubbing against his trousers. He rocks you as you cry for a few minutes, holding back his own tears & emotions. & then he lifts your head up, so both your sets of stinging emotional eyes meet “you love me?” He asks softly “yes Dave I do, & I know shouldn’t but I’d do” & he goes to bring your lips towards his but you look away, but you don’t let go from the safety of him. “I can’t love you, this is just sex, you are my boss, to love you would be putting myself in danger in so many ways.” you sniffle & he strokes your hair “sweetheart, in all honesty you’ve been in danger since the day you walked into this house & you had no idea than” & he smirks “& if I’m honest, you probably make the house safer just by being here, no one going to attack a fucking house keeper” he laughs “true” you sniffle & your hand, now your calmer , moves back to undo your necklace, but you still can’t unhook it. He smiles & that makes you concerned. “What?” You ask “you really after everything, don’t know what that is” his eyes go back to being Dave the seducer, which makes you go all giddy, but you’re not sure you want that. “You need to tell me now, you know I can’t stand suspense” & he gets up off the floor & goes to the sofa. You shiver as his touch leaves you, Dave maybe a murdering evil bastard who likes to play with your emotions when he’s in a good mood, but his touch & scent are what you need each day to continue. Dave picks up that little box he gave to you on Thursday, which had the necklace in & shows you the lid which has a small key in & you gasp. You’d heard about these but had no idea he ever actually would gift you one.

“No Dave have I…” “yes” & he gets behind you on the floor, brushes your hair to the side & unlocks the necklace. “It’s a collar” & you gasp as you feel so much bubble to the surface. “You gave me a collar without telling me?” You question “it’s not a traditional one & would you have worn it if I’d have told you?” He asks turning you head, handing it over to you & raising an eyebrow, the look that makes you feel feral. “You know what yes, but only on Mondays, when your back from a mission or when you were away” he can tell your answering truthfully your body language hasn’t changed. You know a collar is given by a Dom to their Sub when their relationship is at its strongest. It’s usually much more of an actual collar too, Which is tight & when removed often leaves a mark. But with Dave’s, he still has control over by not giving you the key & the fact that it’s part of his bullet, that is his hold on you. It sums up your relationship perfectly, without you ever realising exactly what it truly was, until that key was produced. “Dave…” you mumble holding it now feeling concerned “…Carol Saw me wearing this…” “she has no idea sweetheart” he says kissing your forehead “she’s so wrapped up in her job she wouldn’t even notice”& another peck happens. “I’m sorry for everything” he whispers “stay, just stay” he’s pleading “please” & you fling your arms around his neck to hug him. You both squeeze all the air out of each other in this hug. His breathing is hitched waiting for an answer. You eventually turn fully & face him, eyes making contact. You take a deep breath & say the 5 words you’ve wanted to say to his face for a very long time “Dave York I Love You” his lips turn upwards slightly into a smile & then your lips engulf him. You’re hungry for this kiss. A kiss you’re going to control. You are easily allowed to taste his tonsils as your hands caress his body & hair pulling at them. Tasting every corner of his mouth, trailing your hand across his shoulders & spine. You need this kiss & it’s you who does the hurried pulling away. Both of you panting when the embrace ends. He just sat there & let you do whatever you wanted to him. & then you slap him & it stings you both.

“Fuck!” He shouts running his hand across his face, you are worried he’s going to hit you back. “…yea I deserve that, I’m so sorry”. You smirk “that wasn’t meant to be that hard, I have no idea what came over me, im sorry” you moan as you outstretch your other hand & give him back the necklace. He goes to stand up but you grab his thigh which makes him twitch. “Where are you going?” You ask & you turn back around & move your hair to the side, “I thought I belonged to you after a mission” & in a matter of seconds the collar is back locked around your neck, followed by a peppering of kisses by Dave around it “stay, don’t quit “ he whispers in your ear “yes mr York, we need to reassess our arrangement tho”& you lean back into his lap looking into his eyes. You can sense from his body language that he’s aroused right now. He stands up & you go to join him but he pushes you back to the floor & his hand goes to his fly, unbuttoning & unzipping it slowly. The noise fills your head with a thousand memories. “Reassessment?” He questions, “best start that now” & he removes his semi hard cock from his trousers & gives it a few pumps. You lick your lips eagerly waiting for its succulent taste. You’re imagining hollowing it out, when he grasps your chin. “I’ve been a bad big boy, don’t allow me to cum” & you go to say something but he moves your head fervently, his cock going straight into your mouth & down your throat. You can’t hide that it makes you gag but it does. A noise that makes him tilt his head back in desire, rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

He hasn’t even tied your hair back or checked your comfortable, he’s got your head grasped in his large hands helping you bob, as he thrusts his groin harshly into your face. He is face fucking you, getting all his frustrations out in these jolted movements. All the things he’s yelled at you in the last hour are coming out via his cock & he fills all the available space in your mouth & throat, not letting up for a second. This is Dave almost at his most controlling, but you know he needs this. As much as it’s rough & he’s making you gag, this is arousing you. Your knickers are already getting sticky inside your jeans. He starts to lose his thrusting rhythm after his initial relentless pace & you manage to push him back slightly & start to stroke his length. It’s the cool feel of your hand as he throbs, that brings him back to his sense & he looks down at you gagging on his length. He withdraws entirely, watching your mouth go from shocked to gasping for air, leaving a trail of saliver & precum hanging from your mouth to his tip. You flutter your eyes at him as he sheds his jeans & puts his still hard cock, still dripping, back into his boxers. “Your turn” he says bending down & scooping you up into his arms before slamming your arse on the desk & sliding your jeans & knickers off in one move. He didn’t even comment that they were orange coloured or how your folds are already glistening for him.

“& now sweetheart here’s your punishment, be a good girl & dont cum” he whispers into your ear & then lifts the hem of your jumper as his hand trails down your body. Fingers that you feel tease you open so regularly are slammed into your core as you moan his name. He’s not even nudged or teased, he’s gone for 3 straight away & you cry out Daves name again. You clench instantly. “Oh baby don’t soak me, or we will need to try this again until you get it right” & he curls the fingers, your walls fluttering against their drag “Dave please please I…” but he shuts you up by biting you thigh “fuckkkkk” you cry, trying to think of anything other than this man’s assault on your senses right now. You want to get this right. “Don’t cum” he moans as he looks you dead in the eye as his other hand goes inside his boxers to pump himself. He shoots you a mischievous look, one that says he’s not gonna stop until you tell him to or you cum, he wants you to trip up. “Dave stop please… yello…” you whine feeling your orgasm build up, but he interrupts your request to tame it “no way sweetheart I’m just getting…ouch” he standing over you so you kick just below his groin, which make him jolt back & his fingers leave your desire. He’s bent over & holding himself,”bloody hell a firm yellow would have sufficed… maybe” he groans. “Then don’t interrupt me while I’m trying to say it” you respond. You’ve got the upper hand for all of 30seconds, so you decide to have some fun. “Give me a 10seconds head start” you whisper in his ear as you bend down to him “what!?” He say intriguing already panting, the chase of anything always makes Dave excited. “& if you can catch me in 1min you can fuck me how you want” & you dash, naked from the waste down “& if I don’t?” you hear him yell as you fly through the door. Secretly you want him to catch you, you know what he’s likely to do.

He’s finished his counting & has gone to the studio & the lounge you’re not there & he didn’t hear you go upstairs. So which other room will it be. He heads for the kitchen & can instantly smell your perfume of peaches & blossom. “Sweetheart I know your in here,” he teases “I’ll undo my buttons for you “& he hears you giggle, you love undoing his button. “ahhh I hear you” & you leap up with a big seductive smirk on your face & your across the opposite side of the island “take your shirt off then we can decided what we should do next“ you laugh & he does, tossing it on the kitchen table. Always such a specimen of a man, even when he’s been stabbed & is emotionally & physically wounded, his body is still perfect. The two of you then tease & go around the island several times laughing & spluttering, before you allow him to do a dummy on you & grab you “ahhh Dave” you squeal as he wraps his arms around embracing you. You both laugh before becoming almost silent, inhaling each others scent & admiring various things on show, a very special sensual romantic moment between the two of you. Considering you’ve spent a lot of time this afternoon screaming at each other & then finding out your sexual relationship is at its strongest, a moment of pure bliss & emotion as you cling to each other after everything, is exactly what you both need. You both spin around in a weird embrace hold as he drags you & slides you on to the sofa. He shimmy’s off your jumper before straddling you, still in his boxers & releases your breast from the bra, his eyes always in wonder at how your nipples respond to the slightest thing. “I forgive you… up to a certain point” you whisper as you raise your head slightly towards him “there’s always going to be something isn’t there baby?” He asks & you nod bashfully. “I understand… I forgive you too, & I know you’d never bring another man here, he can be dealt with” he smoulders as he lifts himself up slightly & you go up on your elbows, he’s starting to throb in his boxers again “can you deal with him after I get my exhibition tho, I don’t want to miss out on that if your…” but you stop as he takes off his boxers. He’s hard & eager & ready for you. The only things either of you are wearing is your collar necklace that you’re playing with & teasing him as you bite your lip, making him pulse, & his smaller bandage. “Fuck me Dave York, Fuck me til you can’t cum anymore” & he grabs your waist & hoovers you over his lap giving your arse a smack. “Oooh sweetheart, it’s still so early in the day, surely that’s the grand finale after dinner tonight” “oooh Dave pleasssseeeee fuckkkkk” him lowering you onto his cock brings out this long noise from you. A girth that is so fulfilling.

“Sss ssss sttttt stttttsabbbbbb bbbbbyyyyy” you moan as the two of you adjust to your new position with you bottomed out in his lap, completely flushed against him, both trying to calm yourselves down so you can build it all back up again during the next few minutes. He raises a finger to your lips to shhhh them, your tempted to suck it but instead you kiss it & lean back into him so he’s now against the back of the sofa for a deep seductive kiss. As you move you feel him drag against your walls, & you both moan “girl you’ll be the death of me”he moans as you come apart for a brief moment & you smirk, before your lips engage again. You want to be as connected to him as possible as you rock your hips, & he pulses inside you. You want the deep kisses, the neck licks, the hands that explore everywhere, the sudden argh noises when he starts to lose control, you want a deep passionate Dave York, to fuck you like it was the last time he ever would. His hand leaves your hip for the back of your spine to trail & pull across all of you. You grab his side & he hisses, you’d completely forgotten about the wound, & you part your lips from him. “Sorry i forgot” “never apologise again sweetheart for anything ever” & with your eyes now open both your hands move to his chest to trace each scar from over the years. He sighs each time you trace one, a few scars you give a peck to as your rock in this hum while he continues dragging your core. & then you get to the one that’s now apart of you. The first bullet you took out of him, in his collar bone by his shoulder. That requires more than just a trace & a peck, so you pepper up to it with kisses & go to suck it, which is the exact moment he hits the spot deliciously inside you.

“Dave I’m try I’m im…” “ooooh sweetheart you’re so tight, you can’t deny me” he stutters back pulling your head into he crook of his neck. With both your pelvises speeding up their paces & each drag becoming insatiable, you suck on Dave’s shoulder causing him to gasp, before you bite into it. He’s Lucky always wearing shirts, no one ever sees the marks you leave on him during sex (with carols he’s had to claim a few bruises to cover up your love bites). You lick his neck once you’re done on the praise for that scar. “Very soothing my love, for that I might allow you to cum” he moans “oooh Dave please…” you moan as you move back slightly & bounce down onto him, as his hips thrust away. Neither of you have your eyes shut now, you’re both staring at each other moaning & groaning about how fucking fabulous this feels. “You’re the only person who’s ever made me really cum so often” you cry out & he slaps your arse to make you jolt & he speeds up his pounding. “You’re the tightest & best cunt I’ve ever had” Dave cry’s as he now burries his head into the crook of your neck. It’s building you can feel it, your rhythm is out of time, & he can’t possibly thrust any deeper or harder inside you. “Dave?” You ask & he licks your neck biting your ear lobe as your breathing becomes erratic, your holding back because you know he earlier told you not to cum. “Sweetheart soak me, bring me to life” he whimpers as he builds up to his own “KISS ME DAVE!” You scream & his lips hungrily find yours & as your tongues collide, you both moan & you clamp & soak his cock but you gasp into his mouth as he stutters forward, because he’s cum inside you, painting your core & filling you with his seed, at the exact same time.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk” is the collective scream that echos its way around the York residence, before your lips meet once again. You can feel the squelching inside you as he throbs within your core. Your two collective juices mixing, which are flooding your senses too. As his rounded mouth slides into yours, both your hands & his slide onto each others faces, to embrace them & feel the warmth of the after glow from the come down you will both have in a few moments. Its safety, & passion & paradise all in one. A feeling of euphoria covering the two of you, a sensational buzz. Breathing still enraged & panting as your rocks into each other become slower. You’re almost both at a stop when he parts from your lips & you rest your foreheads together. Your eyes are shut taking in this moment but his are wide & hungry. He wants to repeat that feeling with you every time the two of you have sex form now on, nothings ever going to match it. “Say it..” he whispers & you humm before you open your eyes so they lock onto his dark Carmel’s “I love you Dave York” you are never expecting him to say it back, because other than the girls you don’t actually think Dave loves anyone. He pulls you into his chest while still inside you & cradles you. You lick at his nipples so he sighs a little “I think you can stay… you past your reassessment” & you lift your head away from his chest “if you want to of course, I completely understand if you want to leave & I delete…” & you shhhh him “just tell me once a week what you’ve kept & what notes you’ve taken for improvement” you whisper burying yourself back into him. “I mean we do look fucking epic, I can understand why you rewatch” you say as you palms entwine with each other.

Neither of your realise that you’ve both nodded off asleep wrapped in each other on the sofa, until you hear the front door bell. You both leap off the sofa in a bit of a mess & Dave throws you his boxers & you throw on your blue jumper as he hides in the storage cupboard. You open the door & the Amazon guy hands over a box which you sign for. It’s got your name on it & you can tell from the size what it is. You lock the door & walk back into the kitchen “did you forget you’d ordered me this?” You ask undoing the mixing canvas that you’d never hit deliver on yesterday. Out Dave steps still completely naked, still impressive while soft. “No, did you?” He asks “no, unless that vulture did but…” & you both look at it confused. “Who else knew?” You ask “no one” Dave reply. “I’ll check out the order history later, but I need to go get dressed & then I need to book up a table & select your best dress for you” He smirks kissing your neck which as you turn he finds your lips tentatively. He was walking past you for the stairs but he’s stopped now, your body is always an easy distraction. “Tonight I’m going to treat you like the lady we all know you can be” & then he slaps your arse “& then I’ll fuck you like a whore” & he slides his hands to take the boxers off your arse, “ooooh fuck you dave,” you groan as his cold hands connect with your skin “gladly” & he holds your neck pushing your chest down into the island now your arse is on show, & slides into your ever so delicate other whole, making you scream his name for the next 20minutes as he takes your arse in the kitchen once again.

Chapter Eight

[popcornforone]

ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER SIX SATURDAY MORNING

Soothing The Scars

Chapter Five

Happy Dave York Saturday everyone. Thanks again for all the reading, messages & love from the last week. Didn’t realise how many of you would like my posts in general so seeing notifications for any of them is really amazing. Let’s catch up with Dave & see what he’s got planned for this Chapter.

Synopsis:- As moments from the past cause Dave to think about his current situation, he asks if you are willing to help clean up after Friday Night, but more comes to the surface than just a few bruises & scars.

Warnings:- PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! PIV & PIA sex, shower sex & pleasure, toys, flash backs, ptsd, foreplay, teasing, orgasm denial, affair, violence, blood, death, injury detail, threatening, angst, Anger, teasing, swearing, some fluff but not much. Most of the warning are in the main master list.

Thanks as always for the read people… all feed back is welcome… see you all next Saturday

“Come on sweetheart, don’t you cum yet” Dave moans as he bends you further over your dresser, thrusting into your arse relentlessly. For a year he’s claimed you as his, as an employees for a bit before that & then as a fuck buddy when he wants. It’s a good thing the neighbours in your building are on holiday, they’d hear the furniture hit the wall & you screaming his name. “Dave I want… I” Dave had told you three times before this one tonight not to cum & he’s cum once already. He’s finally moved onto your arse & has taken off his shirt, his last item of clothing, pounding you so your ravaged naked body can feel all of him bending over you. Every inch of Dave feels intoxicating be it inside you, or resting on you “count with me sweetheart & then when we get to 25 tell me what you want to see” he groans “Dave, I…” & he slaps your arse for good measure “I said count you slut” his voice is raised & raspy. “Then I might let you soak me”

“10, 11, 12” it’s taken you a while to get this far with the moaning & the clenching & the pounding, but so far so good “13, 14..” “shhhhhh” & Dave puts his hand round your mouth silencing your moans & says “do as I say” . you mumble into his hand but he can’t hear you asking what happening. Is this a game or a turn on for him, because it’s arousing you how he’s suddenly changed demeanour. You turn your head & see Daves face is pained, panicked & shocked. He lowers his hand slightly as he looks at you with worry “is there…” “shhhhh” & you see a light flicker outside “slowly drop & hide under your bed” he whispers “what!?” & then the noise hits, assaulting your ears. The piercing high screech of white noise, the one he had trained you about. He, in one move, pulls out of your arse & throws your naked body towards the bed & hits the deck himself, as the first bullet comes through the door, smashing the mirror 2 seconds later. You muffle your moan at his loss & the fact that you still want him to finish you off, but this is life & death now, Dave is now in defence mode. Your pleasure can wait. You’re going to see him at work when he shouldn’t be. No one should have a clue that Dave was here tonight, mainly because you didn’t know until he turned up with wine 2hs ago, & he’s been inside you for almost all of that time. Both your phones as always in stealth airplane mode when your fucking each other else where than the York house.

He shuffles along the floor as you see his bare arse wiggle, towards his back pack. He has a quick search but is stopped when the second bullet flys through the door. You duck & shimmy under the bed slightly but you keep your eyes on him. He looks back at you to check your not hurt. He then analysis the holes on the door from the light & their trajectory & grabs a gun & a knife. He stands, still hard & naked, & edges against the wall towards the apartment door. He winks as you admire his body, looking at every tense muscle that gleams in sweat from your fuck session so far. “Shhhh” he goes & you nod. His hand counts down from 5 to 1 which is when the next bullet flys through, making you flinch as it goes into the floor a few centimetres away from you. A millisecond after it hits the floor, he stealthily turns to the door & fires 3 shots & opens the door turning left straight away & sticking the knife in the second mans throat while the firsts body finally hits the floor. Both attackers dead in 5 seconds, Dave is bloody good at his job.

He stands in the landing to check no one else is coming to kill either of you. He doesn’t care if anyone else sees that he’s got nothing on, he’s got to protect his family, which hes now realised includes you. He grabs the two bodys & drags them into the room locking the door. It’s only then that he realises his state of undress & that you’re licking your lips looking at every inch of him, your face is in shock & can’t control itself. He grabs his phone & calls the clean up number “45min perfect” & he calmly breathes, hangs up & sighs. He’s got a few splatters of blood on him from the guy with the knife. “Sorry you had to see that” he say causally. “Youre now in danger, they will be back at some point, you can stay with us for a bit” he says. You eventually shakily get to your feet & stand there in shock but he is admiring how calm you actually are about this. Most people would have screamed throught the whole thing but not you. Dave gave you a command & you obayed it. It’s only now it’s all over that you lose your calmness “Fuck Dave! That oh god…” & then you look at the floor “there’s 2 dead bodies…” your voice raises & he marches over to you & puts his hands round your throat “don’t make me punish you sweetheart, you were doing so well being calm about this, don’t make me silence you” his eyes are stern but that doesn’t hide the hunger in them from everything. His lips instantly engulf yours to silence you, pulling you back into the intoxicating taste of Dave York, making you want more & more. This has been such a rush for you both, & you now knowing first hand what he can do, you want to explore this man’s desires even further. He turns you around so you’re on all fours, on the bed he’s just pushed you on to, your arse in the air. “Happy to continue?” He asks seductively “ooooh Dave really I oooooh fuck…” & his penis he drags across your still wet folds & slams back into your arse like nothing had happened at all… & that’s when Dave leaps awake.

“Oooooh fuck” he screams as he feels pain in his side. He’s realised it was just a dream of that night he was having, it all felt so real though. It’s now Saturday morning, & he can feel his left hand side just above his hip stinging. While he’s slept over night he’s obviously turned to that side & moved the bandage & his stitches he’s have wept a little, a small amount of blood & dirt are on the bed sheets of the guest bedroom. That’s when he remembers where he is,the guest bedroom, & he turns to find you but you’re not there. He goes to grab his phone to message you but it’s not on the side. “Fuck” he moans & then he thinks about last night which makes him smirk. Suddenly his ptsd dream about the night in your studio apartment, is replaced by you screaming his new pet name in those long mirrors facing him. He giggles slightly & smirks at the exact moment you push the door open wearing your undies from last night which were thrown across the room & carrying a tray with 2 coffees, his phone, some pain killers & a box of cookies. His eyes meet yours & they are filled with love.

“Morning mr York” you say cheerfully as you put his items on the side of the bed he’s chosen, & take the Cookies & your coffee to your side & slide onto the mattress. You can’t see that he’s got his morning erection below the sheets, but you know it’s there, but looking at his beautifully sculptured chest & abbs & broad shoulders is enough for now. You also want to start today well & put him in a good mood before you decide if your going to have that conversation later. “Sleep well?” You ask slurping your coffee, & smiling at him, he’s still smirking, thinking about everything. “Yes I did” & he rests a hand on your shoulder which makes goosebumps appear across your body & your nipples go hard. A touch so minor but so electric. “When you took this job…” he starts his voice full of sadness as he drinks his coffee & starts to apologise “… you didn’t know how much danger you’d be in. Or what my job was. Or that I’d need extra help from time to time” he takes his pain killers & you hand over a cookie so he can swallow them. He smiles as you watch him do this, it’s often you doing the swallowing. “Last night you asked no questions, you just accepted that I needed help & did all you could, & I could have gone to the emergency room you were right, but I knew you could solve this. I have complete faith in you to keep me, the girls &…” his voice trials a little so he sips more coffee gathering how he wants to end this little speech. He hates himself right now for getting emotional in front of you. “…so thank you. From the bottom of my heart. You do so much soo soooooo much, I couldn’t do this without you” & his eyes dance at you as he puts his mug down & takes another bite of the cookie.

“Dave if I wasn’t comfortable doing it, I’d have left by now” “promise me you’ll never leave?” He interrupts abruptly, a face full of seriousness “we well, we”he stutters “…I can’t function without you” he says while chewing & he blushes. You’ve never seen Dave blush before, he is human after all. He comes out from the sheet, then wraps his arms around you pushing you back into the mattress & crashes his lips to yours as he finishes chewing. You can feel him twitch between your legs, a length ready for whatever Saturday brings to you both. His kiss starts off smooth & sweet before you allow his tongue to dance with yours. Your hands move straight to his hair. He’s not given you a chance to respond to his request, but the moans you are making as you feel the arousal growing inside your knickers, & the way your hips are moving as he puts all his weight on top of you, answers it without saying a word. “Dave…” you moan, your hand trialing from his head down his side, completely forgetting about his injury. “Ahhhhh” he screams & he stops his kissing & caressing assault on your body & he grabs his wound. His hand shows a little blood but most of it’s dried from where he’s slept over night. Your concerned look makes his eyes dart. “Don’t worry baby you did a good job. Now I’m more coherent than last night, I can sort this out later, but I need to clean it first.” & he gives you a quick peck before sliding off you & getting out your side of the bed. His erection bobbing, making you lick your lips, wanting to taste & feel more of Dave than the tease he’s given you already this morning before 10am. He outstretches his hand to touch your chin, rubbing it in little circles, he then glances & sees you are still wearing his necklace that he gave you on Thursday. He smirks wondering if you have attempted to take it off yet, knowing full well you can’t. “Cleaning this will be much quicker with two people” he splutters, lost in his own dirty mind & raises an eyebrow as his hand trails down your neck, shoulder & arm before grasping your hand. “It’s my job to assist you mr York, that’s why you hired me” & you glide off the bed & press yourself against him flush, so your sex is only separated between his length by the thin material of your knickers, which makes his hips move & groin pulse. “God you’re eager” he moans before he passionately bites into your shoulder making you yelp, before peppering kissed up your neck as he unhooks your bra to free your breasts again. He looks down at them with desire. “Let’s use your ensuite shower, I know which tiles suit you body most in there” & you smile & cup his cheek. A few brief second glance between you says so much to each other now without saying a word, you know your own look is one of I love you & need you. As he walks you to the door you see the mess his wound his made on the bed sheets “it’s a good thing I’ve not put that bloodied wash on from last night isn’t it” you smirk & he makes you walk in front of him slightly so he can admire & squeeze your arse. “See even in that panic last night, you knew we’d make more of a mess” & the two of you enter your bedroom & head for the bathroom.

Your en-suite is a decent size. Only the down stairs wet-room is a smaller bathroom, but it’s still got a nice walk in shower with 2 different shower heads. The sink & mirror are nicely in place & the toilet is well a toilet with a cupboard above it, but it’s better than you had in your apartment. The lights come on to shine the turquoise & white tiles as you enter. You glance up remembering that this is all going to be on his server at some point for Dave to enjoy again & again. That being said all the videos he had of you in here that you scrolled through weren’t of you in the shower touching yourself, unless he was railing you or were from his editing skills. You step into the shower & put your fingers in your knickers waist band to slide them off your body, but he grabs your hands. “Oooh no sweetheart, I want to try something if you’ll let me” & he raises an eyebrow as he fiddles with the temperature buttons on the shower “green” you reply & do a little bunny hop, whenever he says this you know it’s going to be something new & pleasurable, especially as he raised an eye brow. “Which draw?” He asks even know he knows exactly where to find your toys, but he has to ask as a way of consent. “3rd one down” & he saunters off, & opens to find your decent sized toy collection. Most of this he has purchased for you for when he wants to let steam off after his mission, if he’s not getting back at 3am, but you’ve purchased a few yourself. He grabs a small pulser made just for your clit & smiles, this is one you’ve purchased. He watched back you using it for the first time about a month ago in a midday pleasure session you had on a day when everyone was out, & was amazed at how well you used it & knew your body & pleasure. He knows what it will do to you when he slides it across your sex, but he also know he’s got to be naive . He doesn’t know you know his secret so he has to play up to this. He walks back in stroking his length & holding the little device & says “well you’ve kept this under wraps havent you sweetheart” & you blush. You’re leaning against the tiles seductively already for him, but your eyes light up & you lick your lips, knowing how far this little pulser is going to take you.

“So is this going to stop you from being a good girl for me?” He asks as he hands the over “depends mr York” you reply trying not to look at his throbbing groin wanting him inside you. “Do you want to partake in this?” & now he looks intrigued “how would that work?” He genuinely wants to know how this will work, he’s intrigued. “Well I can see to myself with it, or if you push against me hard enough, it will pulse around your hips too” & his eyes dilate. He’s only ever used a strokers before or your knickers to get himself off. All the toys he’s purchased for sex have been for your enjoyment & use, for him to watch you come apart or for him to use on you. But this with the potential of you both receiving pleasure is too big an opportunity to miss out on. “Well I’ve changed my mind about these staying on then” & he hands you the pulser & drops to his knees on the tiles. His large hands return to your skin coloured knickers & he strokes above the waist band of them. “ when I say blue you turn the shower heads on” he instructs you & you nod wanting his touch & lips across you. He slaps you arse when you don’t answer causing you to gasp & then cry “yes mr York” “good girl, now let’s have some easy Saturday morning fun sweetheart” & both his large smooth hands slide inside your kickers just below your hips, dragging them all the way down your body. He slowly lifts your feet to toss them aside & your stance becomes wider. & then you feel the warm of a deep passionate succulent kiss on your clit.

Dave York knows what to do to arouse you, he is one of life’s greatest pleasures. But this kiss which has now turned into sucking & slurping at your sex is making you whine his name needly. There are no fingers of his pounding you, his hands are grasping your arse & the tiles for balance. The shower is not yet on, & the toy isn’t in play either, despite you needing it so Dave can be buried inside you, despite his talented tongue taking everything in its stride. lap for lap, lick for lick, slurp for slurp. “Dave ahhhhhhhh” you croak, wetting your folds further at each moment his mouth makes contact with you “this isn’t cleaning your wound” you manage to muster breathily. “You need rewarding for your actions last night sweetheart” he’s come up for air slightly “give me the pulser” his large hand outstretched & you slide it into his, as you’ve stood there you’ve defaulted it to setting 4 of 8, hoping he can take that, you’ve not gone further than 6 yourself so far. He slides it over your clit delicately & you instinctively move your body so you know it will be comfortable. Before he even asks you moan “I’m ready Dave, indulge me” He takes his other hand for your arse & sides it though your arousal “so eager my love” he whimpers, sliding the damp fingers into his mouth, as he switched the toy on. Your knees as you expected, almost buckle at the vibrations, pulsing across your sex, making your core go numb & wanting more. But you stay standing knowing Dave won’t want to fuck you on the floor tiles, too much for his back that occasionally aches. His eyes are watching your hips judder, thighs shudder & the pulser just explore your desire as your moans start to reverberate. He makes sure your hand keeps it in place.

He starts to stand, trailing one hand up your side, tickling you to make you giggle, he knows when you laugh your pleasure is more intense. His other hand traces across your stomach softly in time with your breathing. Ones he’s on his feet he looks you dead in the eye, full of lust & burys his head into the crook of your neck. He’s not flush against you & the added addition yet but he can feel the way you are reverberating, & the humming noise filling the room. Your spare hand goes around his hip grabbing the small of his back before he tuts, breaking from the small kisses he’s been teasing you with & then whispers “blue”. He pushes himself against you so his hips can feel the vibrations & he cry’s out your name. The pulse is intense & so deep even for him. He wonders just how much pleasure you can actually take if he’s almost shooting his load at this moment. Just him being flush against you makes you scream & you feel yourself edging closer to your desire. “Blue” he says commandingly again, as his head then drops from your neck to your chest, to start manipulating you nipples. You’d completely forgotten in the pleasure, you had a job to do & his bedroom voice being gruff returns you back to reality. You hit the on button & the water in the shower comes alive, trickling over the two of you & after a brief sigh of the water cascading down you yelp a few seconds later, as his hips rotate & he glides deep inside your cunt fully in one thrust.

“Fuckkkkk” you both moan at the same time. This is the most pleasure neither of you have experienced with each other. It’s sensual, it’s stimulating & you’re both holding onto each other caressing & pecking at whatever you can. Dave isn’t constantly thrusting into you like he usually does, he’s waiting & doing small movements to keep you both going & on the verge. It’s almost like he’s making love to you, which doesn’t happen, ever. He’s finally lifted his head from sucking your nipples. He is soaked & is admiring how good you look naked & drenched, & his hands find you neck & shoulders. It’s not much of a change of a position for him, but he throbs a little more, making the stretch feel exquisite for you. “Oooh sweetheart, your cunts to die for” he sighs through the water, watching you just about catch your breath “Dave ooooh Dave” you moan & you drag him in so he’s fully against you & you are completely against the tiles, only his back is now being covered by the warm water, but you just want his skin on yours. You want the sensual Dave, the man who you love, the man you’d do anything for. As your mouth explores his, you can feel every Little Rock the two of your bodies make. The vibrations stimulating the two of you, your folds & core trembling as his hands trail across you. You couldn’t think of a more perfect way than to have this as the last time you have sex with Dave York. His hand goes to the toy & turns the dial up “fuck what” he screams, his hips jolting & you can feel him shudder through his shoulders. Obviously level 6 is his level as well “yellow?” You mumble “yea yellow” & he edges back slightly & removes the pulser. Then he really starts to thrust as you both miss the stimulant & want the friction.

“Come on girl let’s fucking do this” he groans. He’s got one hand on the tiles & one on your hips as he starts to slam & pound his way into you as you moan please loudly. Both your hands are still on his shoulder & neck when you push him always slightly so your back under the water to, to engage in a passionate kiss. His hand leaves the tiles as both your pelvises respond to the change, working & rocking in time, responding on auto pilot to each other. You never want this shower to end & you’re trying everything you can not to cum, but it’s hard, & his thrusting is now relentless. He starts to increase the pace further into you & you forget how to breathe as he punches the air out of you. “Sweetheart, cum, I know you want to, cum with me” he coos swiping some water off your face. Maybe this is the moment you soak each other in the same thrust, something neither of you knew you wanted until he said those words, but now definitely both do. However Daves next thrust hits the spot deliciously & your core erupts pushing you over the edge “fuckkkkk Dave” you whine & 4 thrusts later he screams your name digging his fingers into your arse & fills you up, whilst your still clamping & soaking him. It wasn’t quite at the same time, but it was close. You almost collapse on top of him but he steadies your balance as you both fuck yourselves through your highs, “yesss oh yesss” “such a good girl” he musters sighing.

You both eventually come to a stand still & embrace each other, he’s still inside you but softening. You both are resting your heads on the others shoulder, breathing in each other, listing to the sound of desire coming back to reality, feeling the warm water engulfing you & the mist, filling the room. He goes to let go & move apart, but you squeeze him harder. You’ve suddenly realised that Dave isn’t indestructible, that he could get taken out on any mission he does, & you just want one long embrace with him, feeling his chest move rapidly up & down as you hold him. When you soften your grip he pulls your face up to look at you. “You okay baby?” He says softly, caressing your cheek “yes just the realisation has hit, that you are just human, & could get taken out on a mission” he always considers that for the girls when he leaves that this maybe the last time he sees them, but one look in your eyes right now & the fact that the necklace he gave you is still around your neck, makes him realise he may need to be more affectionate with you moving forward too, something he knows he shouldnt really show more of, but with you this is now different. “It took me getting stabbed in a shop for you to think that?” He chuckles, “no I’ve thought about that for a while now, I just hold it together for the girls & ca…” & before you can complete carols name he delivers a soft kiss filled with love on your lips. No tongue, nipping, biting or exploring, he’s just kissing you as droplets of water continue to cover both your naked bodies.

He pulls away & then out of you in the same move “wow” he goes trembling, as you grab a flannel to wipe any spills away. “why did that kiss feel different” & he turns his back to go get some shampoo & shower gel, to clean you both up. It has an alternative motive though, he doesn’t want you to see he’s welling up & is filled with love for you. He’s Dave York, master assassin, he can’t be in love with his fuck buddy nanny. He’s got a wife & kids, & he kills people but no, he’d give that all up right now if you asked him to never go on a mission & run away with him, because you love him. He sighs & picks the bottles up after composing himself. You saw his shoulders rise & then relax, you know he’s thinking of something. “Maybe after last night?” You reply “it was a shock & you saved someone’s life Dave” & you pull him back in & ruffle his hair ready for shampooing “I’d like to take you out for dinner tonight, as a proper thank you for everything” he says & then he’s startled at what he’s just said. You’re shocked too, Daves never done this before, is this an actual date? Did you actually really hear him say those 3 words last night or was it apart of your weird Dave sex dream like you thought? “That would be lovely Mr York, you don’t have to..” “I insist, it will be nice too, you can dress up & put on one of those dresses that you never get a chance to wear” & his eyes dilate. You blush & smirk “well I guess a boss can take his employee out for dinner” & you start to wash each other, making sure to be careful of the wound as you both clean it. Every now & then you both trails your hands across each others thighs leading to touching else where.

Dave goes into his office so he can attend to re dress his wound, shirt off, but read to go on once it’s sorted. You’ve finally put that bloodied wash on after changing the guest bedroom sheets. You had just abandoned everything when you got the message last night in his study, so the place is a bit of a state, but you’d done everything to the book. He shouts a little as he puts a few new stitches in, which you can hear from the kitchen as you clean up the breakfast & smirk. You’ve got coffee on the go, knowing whatever else he’s got planned for the day you will need to be awake for. You can wait to tell Dave what you found on the computer for another day, he doesn’t need to know you know now. You’re enjoying the sex & his undivided attention too much, why would you want to ruin it? You sit there scrolling through your phone waiting for him to return after the healing is done.

He locks his safe once his clean up is sorted & puts everything away & opens up his computer to log his mission & debrief ready for the Monday discussion about how 2 got away & why they were ambushed. Its the last thing he needs to do before he asks you to show him some more art, so you can have sex in the studio again. That’s his afternoon plan. However his eyes are shocked by what they see on screen. There he is, pounding away from that night when you teased him, the video you had been getting off to yourself before Dave messaged you yesterday. His face goes from shocked, to embarrassed to anger. You’ve invaded his privacy, & know all about his cctv & files. He’s impressed & also extremely angry. “Fuck, fuck,fuck” he screams which makes you startled, but it’s not weird to hear him scream that after an injury or if somethings gone wrong with a mission. You continue scrolling through twitter & Instagram, unmoved by the noise. 5 mins later your phone pings & you pick it up & your face drops.

*MY OFFICE NOW! WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING!THIS IS NOT A REQUEST! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL BE MET WITH SEVERE PUNISHMENT!

“Fuck” you say & sigh. What’s gone wrong in the last few minutes. You leap off the bar stool & stomp your way to the office door which is shut & knock twice. This is the moment, you’ve suddenly realised what he’s discovered in those last few steps, you’re finally going to lay everything on the table & have the conversations you’ve always needed to have with him. “COME!” He shouts & you slowly move the door handle to open it, tentatively, not knowing which version of Dave York is about to have a conversation with you.

Chapter Seven

[thewaythisis]

[popcornforone]

ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER FIVE FRIDAY

Open Wounds

Chapter Four

Happy Dave York Saturdays my lovelies. Hope you’ve all had a good week. It’s time for a bit more Dave York in your lives. I know the picture is Liam I know but it works for the story & he’s still clean shaven. Things get a bit uhoh this chapter. But I’m loving all your feed back so thanks for sticking with these.

Synopsis: Circumstances on a Friday afternoon lead you to discover a secret about Dave that changes your world, but you have no time to think about this revelation, as Dave needs your help.

WARNINGS: DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Violence is mentioned in this chapter including killing people & taking them out, blood, injury detail, swearing, alcohol, piv sex, cheating, affair, tasting, cream pie , mirror sex, pet names & Daddy is mentioned & used, vultures & lack of consent (say no in real life), self pleasure, teasing, spying, invasion of privacy, pregnancy is briefly mentioned. If I’ve missed a warning it’s probably in the main master list page.

Right that’s enough, here you go here’s friday… enjoy people & I will see you all next week for Saturday Morning… ekkk

“Phenomenal” Christian says, looking through your canvases which you’ve laid out across your work room & hung some up on the garage door, but not with the rope from Wednesday. The gallery’s owner unfortunately couldn’t come to look at your other art today & your space. His son had overnight come down with chicken pox so was looking after him while his wife was at work. He was more enthusiastic than Christian, but he is still very attentive. “I see you have some Man Ray books on the shelf, can’t stand him personally, over rated, but art is different to everyone” you face drops at this comment. After Daves words looking at it for a while before your pleasurable exhibition earlier in the week, but he didn’t know what he was looking at you think, or maybe he did. This makes your grab your necklace, feeling the cold steal of the metal & silver clinging to your skin, much like Dave likes to do as he ravages you.

“& what have you done to your mixing canvas, it’s spoiled & a mess!” He screeches as he sees it in the middle of the room “I’ve got a new one on its way, there was an emergency for the family i live with here & that needed seeing too” Daves length needed seeing too & couldn’t be ignored, especially with the chance to clean him down. “Well don’t go wasting more, they are expensive & how you’ve mixed stuff on there, is all weird” your not enjoying this criticism from him, usually you take this all on the chin but you can’t help but feel he’s trying to make you react. He then sees there’s a collage book with some of your earlier work, where you used to document the process of creating. “Do you still do this?” He asks. It’s makes you blush as you remember the last photo you took “occasionally, let me go get my camera” you say knowing you can find a few recent examples that don’t include Dave being erect. You unlock the draw & click on the on button on the camera, no memory card it reads. “Ahhh sorry, I must have moved this for downloading, I’ll show you another time” you wonder if Dave has got hold of this, you were pretty sure he was blissed out while you took them, but you’ll check his office later. You also make a mental note to order that canvas.

After a few more words with Christian discussing your art, he takes a video to send to the gallery owner & heads to leave, but he hangs by the door a little, leaning over you making you feel awkward. “I’m sure we will get to know each other & work together much more going forward” he says as he straightens his jacket after putting it on. “I hope so to…” “in more ways than one” he sighs & he enters your personal space & his lips head to yours for a kiss, & you step back “no, I’m sorry Christian, I can’t do this, it’s not right” you say mortified. The second you mention Christian to Dave he will know by your face that he tried to come on to you. “why? You don’t have a boyfriend, I’ve check your social media” he takes hold of your hand & you turn your face away again saying no, but he’s a vulture & isn’t taking that for an answer. You try & push him away but he’s very forceful & persistent. You’ve never been so happy in all your life, for the sound of a key to going into the York residence front door. “Hello” you hear “hello Mrs York” you call back & finally push him away, as his lips headed to the crook of your neck & you quickly leave the garage & see her with her bags dumping them in the hall & Christian follows you “how was the work trip?” You ask “erm I should go,” Christian says “yes I think we’ve covered everything you need to see”knowing full well that you’ve got phone call & email to send to the gallery owner about their curators inappropriateness today, even if it costs you your exhibition.

You leave Carol alone for a bit, she always wants a little breathing room when she returns form anywhere. Once you’ve put your stuff away in your work room & sent an email to the gallerys owner explaining what has happened today, You make sure to spend time with Carol. The woman’s been away for a week & could probably do with someone to just moan about everything, that she knows won’t go any further. She’s at the kitchen table standing reading a letter when you properly first get to her. Carol tells you about her work trip as you put her washing in the machine & make her lunch. She seems a little off, like something is on her mind, maybe it’s the long trip back. She just isn’t her normal self. It’s only when you bring the girls up that she perks up at all, but you dare not mention the hamster at this point, the girls can either say it when she picks them up from school in a few hours time, or Dave can. & that when your mind wanders.

He’s not been in touch yet today. He never tells you where he’s off to on a mission, too much info for a civilian to know. But you’ve not had a coded message at all, to say how it’s gone. Carol notices you’re not paying attention “something on your mind dear?” She asks “oh no, im just thinking about not getting my exhibition for my art” it’s not a complete lie. You continue your chat & then clear up leaving her to herself. You later get the girls weekend bags for Carol. “Is Mr York joining you at your parents this weekend?” You ask ready to see her off just before 3:45. “oh no, they don’t like him, I’m sure he will be here to work on some reports this weekend, if he’s still not at work” she says, so she’s not heard from him either you think. & you see her off, lock the front door & head to Daves office to order that canvas.

Sitting in Daves office without him feels very weird. The number of times he’s bent you over the desk, fucked you in his swivel chair, even 69s on the sofa, cushions shoved down your throat to stop you moaning, books falling off the shelves as he pushes you into the cases, you’ve done it all. But now you’re sat here alone, logging onto his pc to order your canvas. The screen eventually comes to life & you see it says last user still active, so you click on it to go online. You expect to see a picture of Daves girls greeting you as his desktop or a wedding photo or a trip he’s been on,work or pleasure. But it’s not, it’s your face from about 5 weeks ago as you smile in the family bathroom after cleaning it & admiring yourself, in your low cut vest top checking the reflection is okay. You’re a little shocked by that, you were sure something else was his wall paper, maybe it’s on a random generator. But then you move the mouse to go to the browser for shopping, when the popup of download complete appears. You click on it & realise it’s linked to a memory card. He has taken your camera & the art photos you have on it, to put on the system. It touches a nerve a little, he could have asked for those photos instead of just taking it from you, a few manners wouldn’t have hurt to ask, you’d have happily handed them over to him, for a repeat performance another day. The screen says move to usual file, & you click yes.

& it opens. The files you never knew existed. The information & videos that break all your trust with the man you adore & would do anything for. You know he has the cctv footage, but to have files marked as faves, fetish, oral, test, standard, Dom & Personal. Each with a different thumb nail of you doing something sexual or in a state of undress or in most cases both, “The fuck Dave” you shout knowing no one is in the house. You click on Faves & see his favourite videos of the two of you, including the us states from Monday, him performing oral on you on the stair case one night & the video of him taking your arse in the guest bedroom while you change the bedding. You sit there in shock & go back to look at the other file names which are self explanatory, except the one called personal. You think about not clicking it, this is an intrusion of privacy by going through these files, but they are all of you, having sex with him which he told you he scrubbed off the system every Sunday. So you click on it desperate to know what’s deemed personal. PIN number it asks. “Crap” you say, trying to think what it would be, its 3 digits. It can’t be your birthday, or your old apartment & you get up from the chair & pace up & down trying to think of 3 number that mean a lot to you, the number of days since you first had sex, how many times you scream his name on average, the number of close calls. & then you walk past & look out the study window & see a car reverse into a drive. Reverse… Reverse cowgirl… he likes you in this position in the guest bedroom the most, there’s a full length mirror opposite the bed & he likes to see the reflection of you spread bouncing on top of his cock, blissed out squeezing your breasts & touching yourself as you cum. “150” you mumble knowing that’s the number it is in his sexual experiments book & head to the computer & type it in. & his secret is revealed & exposed.

There is all the cctv footage from your bedroom & bathroom. As well as the one camera by the door that you knew about, there’s one in the light, in the desk, in the top of the mirror, in the extractor fan, shower head & the bathroom cabinet. Multiple angles for him to get the best shot of you touching yourself or him fucking you. You’re frozen in the chair looking at the files. The most recent one from Tuesday, when he fucked you & slept the night. You click on it & realise much like with the rest of the houses cctv, there’s audio to it. you hear yourself moan his name multiple times as you watch the video in full as he traces, analysis & fucks your body into a state of submission. You’re watching as his shoulders tense & how his large hands work from the light camera, how he makes you feel amazing. You’re really angry but so turned on watching the way he fucks you & knows how to get you going. When the video ends you’re panting, much like Dave does when he’s finished jerking watching you cuming on film. You scroll back through the files, every 2 weeks there’s a new file each with at least 2 fucks from him & 5 videos of you pleasuring yourself. You’re really pissed off. He had always told you, you had access to the one camera in your room but he’d hooked it up in multiple places to watch you cum over & over again. & then you find the last file in this drive called perfection.

You click on it. It’s from 8 months ago. You remember the night well, as it was one of the nights he’s given you control, Carol was away & the girls were ice skating. You laid on your bed & asked him to sit in the Bathroom & not touch you or himself until you say the word stars. You lie on your bed facing him & take off all your clothes & thrust his newest toy for you, a bullet vibrator across your clit to stimulate you. You moan & moan as he gets undressed in the bathroom (he’s edited this to make it continuous) & you start to cum as you scream to the world the word stars. You’ve never seen him move so quick in his life before his cock is deep inside you pounding away & he screams your name & you both cum devastatingly hard almost at the same time 5mins later. A hot sticky mess of love, passion & sex. He then slides out of you & licks you out tasting you both as you cum again, before he drags you on top of him so you can ride him while he slides the vibrator between the two of you, both begging for more pleasure & movement. “Fuckkkkk” you moan, you’ve given up being angry for now, that can wait until he gets back. Your own hand is inside your knickers under your black jeans & you are touching yourself throughout this like he usually does. You both look so hot & sexy making each other cum & you here & now are lost in a moment. Your remembering every touch, every thrust, every moan. The man that makes you go to paradise, who stretches you & makes you beg for more, you want it so much more. You want him, Dave York, with all the string attached, all the flaws & all the drama, even if he has invaded your privacy in the worst way. But right now as you slide your fingers into your arousal, you just want to scream for him. & that’s when your phone pings interrupting you just before you really get going.

*SEWING DIAMOND 5MIN! “Fuck!!!” You scream & you remove your hand from your pleasure & close what you think is all the tabs on the system & do the lazy shut down like he did yesterday. The canvas can wait, shits gone down. You go into his bottom draw of his desk & find the 3rd safe key & lift up the rug next to the sofa. He’s trained you as to what certain codes would mean when he messages you & where to go & you always double checked them after he left for a mission each time. Usually your receive APPLE HOLLOW which means I’m okay complete success, but SEWING DIAMOND means something was compromised & be ready to stitch me up or worse. From the safe under the rug you bring out a sewing kit, lighter, scissors, pliers, 2 bottles of vodka & an emergency contact list & head for the kitchen. You put them all on the Center island & run a sink of hot water & go get 3 buckets & some antiseptic from the down stairs wet room. You also run to your art room while checking the front door is locked to grab an apron. If there’s going to be blood you want your lazy daisy tshirt to not get covered in it. When you return to the kitchen, you jump as he’s startled you in many ways again. He’s there in his beanie hat & wearing all black, lifting up his shirt trying to take his bandage off leaning against the island, but is unable to do this due to the pain of it pulling at his sensitive bruised flesh. “Fuck! Dave! What!”you scream. & he removes his hat which ruffles his hair, making it fluffy, as he looks up at you. “good thing they missed my vital organs isnt it” he try’s to laugh but winces “how? What?…” you start to ask. “No babe, let me tell you later, I just really need you to concentrate right now” his voice is panicked but still in control (just). You go to the sink & stop the water & plunge a small bucket & flannel in & head over to him. “Remember to breathe okay?” you say. You’ve gone into im in charge, calm & I got this mode, even if your not, you need to at least sound like it to put him at ease. You rinse the flannel ready to apply it to his bandage to remove it “what do you take…arggggghhhhhh” he screams as you start to remove it with the warm water on top of it. His body jerks trying to resist “fuck fuck fuckkkkkk ooooh” & right now you don’t care that he’s got all these videos of you in his library that you didn’t know could ever have existed, the man you love is in pain as you remove this bandage. You catch his eyes briefly & see the worry in them & how scared they look & so you do the one thing you think will soothe him, you bring your lips to his to shut him up.

He’s shocked to start but then takes his blood covered dried hand that not lifting his top up, to hold your chin as he leans against the kitchen counter & kisses you like it’s the last kiss he’s ever going to have. Your tongues collide & it feels like he’s been away for a year not 24h or so. He bites into your bottom lip as you go to separate at the exact moment you’ve removed the bandage & pressed the flannel firmly against him. He shouts “bitch be careful” you know it’s just a pain reaction. Your eyes go straight back to that more pressing matter than his lips, which are desperately searching for another kiss. “Hold it in place Dave” you say & he takes his other hand to keep it still as you go for the sewing kit, vodka & antiseptic ointment. “On the scale ?” you ask looking down at the notes he’s left for when stuff goes wrong “queen glide” he mumbles before going high pitched. The notes tell you it’s a mainly superficial wound but that it’s going to take a while to heal & deal with. You put the items you need in another bucket & ask him to sit at the kitchen table “we don’t need that bucket, im not going to be sick” He says already looking a little pale, some blood is now leaking thought he flannel he’s holding in place. “You said that last time, do I need other equipment?” You ask as you grab a pillow off the sofa so you can plant on your knees while you attend to this “nope it was a knife, should have seen it coming”& he glances at you on your knees being attentive once again, just not to his throbbing cock. He sits on the chair & turns to you can deal with his injury.

“oh the irony” You giggle but then you see his stern face eyeing you back, even in pain & bleeding Dave can be stern & serious. “mr stabby murder daddy got stabbed for a change” & then you realise you’ve let your pet name for him come out of your mouth. “Did you just arghhhh…” & you remove the flannel & pour some vodka over the wound in one move, which shuts him up for a minute. Dave was right, it was mainly superficial but it was at least 5 inches long, but relatively close together for you to sew up. You’ve done worse home care than this with him. You dab the next flannel with the ointment, “this will hurt baby I’m sorry” “wait” he shouts & then he pulls his top off leaving him bear chested & scrunches it up to put it near his mouth, “go” he says & you tentatively dab it along the seeping wound as he bites into his top screaming. His face pained as you can tell his eyes are strained & watering even when shut. You feel guilt for doing this but it’s the only way you can help him without going to the emergency room & being asked lots of questions.”I’m so so sorry” you whimper at him as he moans trying not to move. You caress his back to soothe him & try to help him calm down “Almost there almost, right” & you dunk the bloodied flannel back into the water & hold it against him to keep the pressure on the slice. “Count with me Dave, then tell me what you want to see” you say. This is to check there’s no poison in his system. Once he got to 13 out of 25 & he forgot where he was & you hand to syringe poison out of his blood stream “23, 24, 25… you riding my cock for the rest of the night” he blurts out at the end of the count. You blush but you aren’t surprised. Daves usually very hands on & sexual after he’s killed someone. Usually Carol gets a seeing too, but he then always comes to you to tie you up & ask you to do things that if anyone knew you did they’d never look at you the same ways again. That’s the power Dave York has.

“If you hold still for the next few minutes” & you give him some painkillers to take, you don’t care if he takes them with the vodka right now. “…I will do my best with that request” & you pass him the second bottle of vodka so he can start drinking it while you sew him up. You take the lighter to the needle first so it’s hot as it’s first glide through happens. He flinched but doesn’t moan “tell me about the girls & the exhibition & everything you’ve done while you do this, I need to be distracted.” He whines taking a sip of the straight vodka & taking those tablet, so you do. But you don’t tell him how Christian tried to take advantage of you & how Carol was extremely distant earlier. “Productive then” he says as he regulates his breathing a bit more, calming down as you have about 5 stitches to go. He’s not really paid too much attention to you if he was honest, he was enjoying your hands working on him, steady & smooth. You smirk “you don’t have to tell me what happened Dave, just tell me it was a success & you got whoever did this to you” you state “eventually it was, there was a lot more to last night than we thought, someone had tipped them off, they were ready, but all but 2 had been taken care of” he goes high pitch at the end as you dig the needle in a bit to far “but this small bruised nip of a wound was fine until about an hour ago…” he replies. “I was in a store buying some fizz for tonight, when there was a robbery & the guy had a knife & i was trying to protect a pregnant woman & he slashed the small cut I already had here” you eyes well up that Dave had protected woman he didn’t even know, it proves he’s more than a cold hearted killer. “I took care off him in the car park & realised he was one of the group from last night, the driver dealt with him & I badly whacked the bandage on, but I needed to get home to check you were safe” you triple stich the last one so it doesn’t come undone before wiping him with more antiseptic ointment to clear it up, he yells again & stares at you with dead eyes as you didn’t warn him this time “wow Dave your a hero. Does mean you could have gone to the emergency room tho” “no sweetheart, I needed to be here with you, your the only person I need to see, ever again” & your eyes meet as you look up at him before you pick up a fresh flannel to wipe him. His eyes say everything, & yours reply back “so…” & he giggles slightly”I’m your stabby murder daddy?” He asks & you smirk “you were never meant to know that” as you lick your lips & wipe his side down undoing the bandage to slide onto him delicately. “Is that why you like the rough & dominating Sex because of the thrill of it?” He asks lowering his voice to his bedroom tones & raising an eyebrow. “I think your cock has more to do with that than anything else” & you slap the bandage on him which make him whine, as a sort of punishment, but it turns you both on.

He’s all covered & protected, the bleeding has stopped & he’s not been sick. Job well done, You think ready to help him off the chair & ask him what he needs next. He’s silent in his response, rubbing your hands now covered in blood, admiring your clean stitches which won’t leave too big of a scar. You walk away & pour the bloodied water down the sink & wash your hands & everything up that you’ve used, putting the flannels, his top & your apron in the wash ready for tomorrow. As you stand back up, he’s crept behind you stealthily once again, his hands are on your hips tugging at them “ooooh Dave you shouldnt” you sigh as you can feel his erection starting to grow through his jeans, pressed against your arse. He dips his hands in the sink to clean them too before drying them on the back of his jeans “You are the only thing I wanted to come home to sweetheart, don’t deny me of your glorious cunt, not now, not tomorrow, not ever again” & he bites & sucks on your neck, you arousal growing & dampening. The cool press of the necklace to your skin making you flinch & Dave smirk. “I missed you” you whisper, taking in his smell before you turn around to face him “same beautiful, same” & he take your mouth to his as his tongue explores. Hungry for every movement it dances with yours. Your eyes are shut but you still run your hands across his broad shoulders going up the back of his neck & into his hair, twisting urgently against each strand. His hands are pulling at your tshirt to try & take it off, his groin the most eggar place of all, pulsing. He breaks long enough from the kiss to remove the tshirt before then returning to taste your tonsils, & then grabs your hand & heads for the stairs. “Guessing all the cctv is still in dark mode” he asks which is the highest option possible that he set it on “yes…” & you pause but decide not to ask him, you want to be ravaged by this man one more time before you potentially lose everything good in your life, that can wait for the morning. He can tell you’ve paused though which you quickly cover by saying“& I locked the door after Carol left earlier, guessing you locked where you came through” & you rush up the stairs with him. “Of course I did, & fuck Carol she’s not here, I want you to fuck me!” & you reach the landing & he takes you to the guest bedroom, still peppering away kisses at you as he throws the door open, & you walk him backwards towards the bed.

He slowly lowers onto the bed being careful not to move to fast, he doesn’t want to ruin your good work. You follow suit, straddling his lap, stroking his nipples as his hands undo your bra to free your breasts. His hands are cold as they grasp them making you moan & your nipples stand to attention. His motions as he teases & plays make them even harder for you & therefore more sensitive. “You missed me then” he says as he slides one of his hand down your back & inside your jeans to squeeze your arse as you continue in great details, to draw around every line on his chest & stomach, tracing each scar, smoothing those abbs & making him want to pur. “Yes Dave, I missed you” “your little show made me forget about missing you” he takes his other hand & undoes your button & zip of your jeans. Your moaning at the different touches he makes towards you, when you suddenly remember he’s got you to watch back from every single angle at some point “ahhhhhhhhhh” you cry & he thinks it of pleasure which it partly is but it’s also your realisation that even if you leave & end this relationship or whatever it is, he’s still got videos of you to expose you in any way he wants forever. “Ooooh so vocal tonight, tell me will you be as vocal as my cow girl?” He asks raising an eyebrow back in his bedroom tones. He lifts you up slightly to slide your skinny jeans off your body. His hand goes straight back into your flesh coloured knickers, which are already damp & he starts to tease you & make you rock into his lap, further hardening his erection that’s contained by his jeans & boxers. “You want me to save the horse & ride the cowboy” you muster while moaning. “Yes sweetheart, why do you think I’ve brought you in here” & he turns your face to look at the long wall to ceiling mirrors that cover the closet. “are you sure you can cope with that mr York? Don’t want to cause you anymore pain” you say undoing his belt & unzipping his flys. “Watching you come undone is the only cure I ever need, your blissed out face as you cum, is the most erotic thing in the world” you raise yourself & slide off your knickers so your folds are almost near his face. He licks his lips & dips his head down to kiss the top of your mound as he wriggles off his own jeans, exposing his own damp patch on his boxers.

You glide off his lap fully & turn his body around & get some cushions to support his head & back, so he can watch you do the thing he loves most. He lies back to make sure he gets the best view of what he’s about to experience & see. You trail your hand down the left side of his body as he sighs, missing the wound just above his hip, whilst grabbing his waist band & slowly dragging his boxers off him, springing his dripping length free “oooh you tease” he moans as he starts to stroke his hardened girthy length ready for you to bottom out on. You don’t face him as you stand in front of the mirror holding his boxers. The temptation to just ride him right now is huge, but he just called you a tease & if this is going to be the last time you have sex with Dave York, you want it to be fun for you as well. You take his boxers holding them up & you sniff them like he often does your knickers, before trailing them down your body which he can see the reflection of in the mirror as he’s perched up, enjoying himself. You stop just before your folds & drop them to the floor before then slowly edging your thumb inside you for a brief second, making your body tense & his cock throb. It’s only just inside you for a few seconds, but bringing the thumb to your mouth covered in your wetness to suck, makes him go insane. “Okay stop teasing now, before I waste this erection” he moans. You saunter & crawl over towards him on the bed & lay to the side. You take his cock into your hand & engulf it down your mouth & throat for 3 motions. It doesn’t make you gag, but you throw the noise in for good measure, wondering if the audio system will pick it up for him. “ I ran out of lube last night baby” you say & he throws his head back in passion as you then move & face the mirror ready to give him the ultimate display & fantasy that doesn’t involve him dominating you. “Baby” he moans as his hand slaps your arse “sweetheart please, I want you” as you hoover over him ready for a slow sensual entrance. This is the neediest he had ever been to have sex with you, he’s shocked that he’s almost begging for you to, pleading like he needs nothing else more in the world. “Dave York, your wish is my command” & you slide down onto his cock, hissing at the stretch it always gives you, feeling almost full after hardly any movement, wanting to bottom out onto his pelvis “oooooh Dave fuck yesssss” & he is groaning watching you from the front in the mirror & behind bottoming out onto him, the perfect sight. How did he get so lucky. You eventually reach his skin so you are fully seated & his cock is fully pulsing inside you & you lift up a little slightly to adjust yourself. Your legs are spread so he can see everything in the mirror ready to watch every movement the two of you make for the next 20minutes or so. “Ready?” You ask with a smirk as you tease your breast making his mouth drop. “In your own time sweetheart, remind me how your so good at taking every single inch of me”

You slowly rock your hips in circles while he lays still, the motion making him harder inside you. Just by doing this you can feel the pinch get more intense. & that is Daves plan, to make you feel so full for the first few minutes before he starts to join in, before the two of you start to really pound each other & those squelching noises start to happen. “So goooood” you grown & you learn forward so you can feel a slight drag & your arse parts so he can slightly see the other hole he often claims. He’s salivating looking at that & looking at how your boobs have lowered in front of your sex as you lean down, showing how erect & sensitive they are to what’s already happened. You stretch as you return to the preferred position, drawing your body out & sighing his name, you force your own drag & clamp around has cock & neither of you have got things yearly moving “sweetheart, bounce, show me you missed me” “oh I did Dave, I was so wet for you when you weren’t here” & your hips respond faster & your pelvis moves to, starting to act on its own. He then makes his first meaningful thrust inside you, hitting the spot on the first go “fuckkkkkk” you cry “excuse me?” He asks as he does it again, his breath slightly husky “fuckkkk Mr York” “nope try again sweetheart” & he thrust twice before he goesss “ahhhh shit” as you grasp on his right hip (the side without the bandage) & you moan the loudest you’ve done all week “fuck me stabby murder daddy!!!!!” & he rocks harder “keep screaming baby” he croaks.

His thrusting picks up the pace & his eyes dance between his view in the mirror of you bouncing & rocking on his cock, sliding up & down his length which will be glistening with both your juices. But he also glances at your arse cheeks, the strain of your spine down you back to the dimple he adores, with your hair just slowly gliding over your shoulders as you occasionally throw it back in desire. “Dave tell me a secret…” you moan & you put one hand on the mattress for balance as you start to trail the other down your body seductively, ever edging toward your sex as you move. You’re giving him a chance to fess up without even thinking that was what you were asking, but when he musters surprises you both. “I hate action movies they never get it right, ooooh baby fuckkk” as his hips rolls faster, he glimpses & sees you touch yourself. Then he starts to giggle realising what he’s just said, & you were expecting something darker, but that laugh rippling through his body makes his cock pulse more, & now with you teasing yourself too it makes you clamp on his cock harder “oooooh Dave” you moan “not what I was thinking but oooooh fuck” he’s raised himself higher so his hand can grip onto your hips to push you rocking further into him, as he still hits the spot every time. Your fingers really start to pick up the pace touching yourself at the same time. Daves face in the mirror looking at you closing your eyes & being completely lost in fucking down on him hard, is one of admiration & lust. He wants to look at you do this every night for the rest of the life now, no matter how many lives he has to ruin to get it.

He moves a hand so it joins your pleasure, thumb tickling across your sex. You didn’t know you could be more turned on but you are, getting wetter by the second. You are riding & riving & feeling everything. He’s constantly moaning your name with each thrust, with the occasional “so tight sweetheart” each time you clamp down on his cock. His rhythm from his hand has now taken over yours & you lean back slightly & balance both your hands onto the bed, ready for some fervent thrusting back down onto him before you cum. He notices you hands start to brace as you sigh “Dave you can fuck me forever” “promise?” he stutters as his thrusts become much harder & places a hand on your back knowing how messy & out of control your body is going to be. Your next rock hits his base & pelvis & you cry, “yes stabby, now move please move” & he thrusts & bounces & pulses inside of you. Each movemeant the two of you are making, dragging him along your walls, making you whine, making him enjoy the tightness & wetness of you. His hand has lost its rhythm on your clit, due to him losing his senses, so he uses both his elbows to help raise his body, deeper & longer pushes up off the bed. “Dave!” You scream as you glimpse at yourself in the mirror & can see the state of your sweaty body knowing your are on the verge of pleasure exploding inside you. “Sweetheart I’ve got you I got you…I” & his hand grasps yours on the bed squeezing it. & he smirks at you in the mirror, Eyes full of lust & desire. & that is all it takes. You clamp as your orgasm flows thought your entire body.

You almost black out from the intense pleasure it creates. Moaning his name, still rocking & bouncing, feeling every drag, pulse & squeeze. It punches all of your sense out of you. A million stars shine for your & you’re so lost in the moment that it’s only a minute later when he screams “FUCK BABY!” & with one massive thrust he lets go as well. You feel him spill, coating you, making you feel complete, making you want more & more, forever. He rocks you both through it, his hips gyrating & his stitches & bandage just about holding together from earlier. He’s looking deeply at you as you almost come to a stop, only doing small grinds on him, but he can see you complete blissed out in a sex haze in the mirror, your body relaxing & everything just slowing down for you. He loves the come down on your face as much as the actual sex & the high. He loves it all.

You eventually turn & ask, “you’ve got me right?” In a breathy, exhausted state. He winces as he leans up & wraps his arms around you to bring you back down to his body so your back is lying on top of him. You look concerned at his pained face. “Maybe you should go to the emergency room Dave” as you stroke his face & he slowly withdraw his softening penis from inside you, but your to spent to complain or moan about it. Eyes already beginning to feel heavy & tired. “If I’m in pain in the morning once I’ve redressed it, I’ll go. Neither of us are in a fit state to go right now” he replies as he strokes your hair & starts kissing your forehead. You both lie there breathing & every now & then giggling still wrapped in each others arms, sticky & sweaty. Eventually he hears a snore from you & he gets up carefully & attends to cleaning you both up, small touches to you, so not to wake you. He gets to the door & is tempted to go back to his bed, much more plush & comfortable than this one, but your not going to be there & he knows that he can’t carry you to into your room while he’s injured & your asleep. You turn around in your sleep so your back faces his side of the bed, so he glides back in & pulls the duvet over you both. He traces his hand down your spine, kissing the dimple at the bottom of it that he had admired all night as you entertained him. This stirs you slightly in a sleep haze but you’re not fully awake, & then you feel his arms wrap around you as a big spoon, as he deeply inhales the scent of peaches on your hair. You hum in his sweat & warmth but it sounds like a sleep noise that Dave doesn’t notice, & then he says the words you have always wanted to hear. You can’t react or respond to it, your meant to be asleep, maybe he’s saying it thinking your Carol or maybe he’s sleep talking but your suddenly wide awake as Dave York say aloud “I love you”. A secret that you must now keep to yourself.

Chapter Six

[popcornforone]

ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER FOUR THURSDAY

Grapes

Chapter Three

Happy Dave York Saturdays you wonderful peoples. Thank you for all the love with this story so far. I always really appreciate it. We’re really getting somewhere with this & im really enjoying writing it. I mean it’s Dave York after all. How are we already on Thursday?

Synopsis: Daves next mission is fast approaching, so it’s time for him to say goodbye to you & the girls. As well as giving you more than a kiss goodbye, he leaves a few other things, that he hopes will provide some entertainment later.

Warnings: all warnings on main page. DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING, DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18! Phone/video sex & pleasure. Fingering, lack of consent & spying, but of angst, sex toys, food play, teasing, slight commanding & Dom themes. One night stand, alcohol, pregnancy, self pleasure, violence, injury detail, flash backs. Pet names, Swearing. Part of this chapter is from Daves Point of View.

Thanks for the read as always people. All feedback is welcome. See you next Saturday

“Fuck off” Dave shouts as his hand whacks his alarm clock. Thursday is finally here, which means the mission he’s been involved in planning for the last 5 weeks commences tonight. Low profile targets, but lots of ways it could go wrong, hence the time to get it right. He isn’t actually leaving for ages yet, but he wants to see the girls off this morning, & give you a small surprise. Despite the fact that you don’t think he cares at all, he knows the next 36h for you are very important. He looks down at himself trying to calm his morning erection, & not think that your down stairs hurrying about, bending over picking things up, smiling with a mouth that says & does all sorts of dirty things. He eventually gets his semi to relax & throws on his tracksuit bottoms & grabs a hoddie so once he’s seen you out, he can go for a jog. He doesn’t want you on his mind while he’s on a mission.

“Daddy” Alice screeches as he walks into the kitchen. She’s walking around not eating her breakfast while you deal with Molly who’s having a bit of a panic as she can’t find her toy for show & tell “morning mr York” but you don’t turn to look at him “would you mind helping Alice please, just got to find mimi meow” “no problem sweetheart” he replies out of habit & grabs the fruit box from the fridge. It’s as he pops the lid open he realises he’s called you sweetheart in front of the kids. Sure the term means nothing to most people, just a nice compliment, but to the two of your it means he wants you. It’s been your code throughout the last few years, especially since you moved in. He turns around with the box of grapes & takes one to put in his mouth & whines at Alice “urgh my life” which makes her giggle as she adds them to her strawberries “she’s so demanding isn’t she, should we get a new house keeper?” “No, she’s the best, she makes us all so happy” & he smiles trying not to think of your short skirt but it’s too late. “that she does pumpkin, in more ways than you could ever imagine” “found it” you exclaim coming up from behind the sofa with the toy cat in your hand, at the exact moment Dave slips the grape in his mouth, sucks it & smirks at you. You dampen between your thighs instantly & look at his trousers, he’s still slightly hard. If the girls weren’t here, you’d right now be all over him, dragging him to the sofa & feeding him grapes as you ride him. You’re both on the same wave length, as while he’s looking at you in your low cut blouse, he want to do the exact same to you.

Dave watches you finish getting the girls ready, who you love as much as you would your own. He’s eating grapes casually, sipping his coffee & smirking at the morning ritual. “Now you’ve got to say bye to daddy, remember he’s working late tonight so he won’t see you until your back from nanpas this weekend” & both girls run up to Dave & hug him before he smothers the two of them with love & kisses & tells them to be good for you. Your heart flutters, watching this, he’s done this hundreds of times, but you both know that it takes one slip up & he might not walk through the door again.”love you daddy” they say “& what about you?” He asks & you freeze “oh I’m coming back after I’ve dropped the girls off to get my things, I’ll say goodbye then” for a millisecond you thought he was asking the question of did you love him, but you palm it off. Dave follows you all out & plugs his headphones in for a jog, feeing a little despondent because he had actually asked you if you did love him, & you had not given him a firm answer back.

After his 5k he gets in & showers straight away. He wants to look like suave sophisticated Dave watching you leave in a while. Blue shirt, black jeans, hair immaculately in place, ready for one kiss goodbye. His bags are packed & are in the corner of his office ready for his 2pm pick up. He sits in the lounge when his phone rings. It’s Carol. She’s not called or messaged him once since Monday morning to say she had arrived. She’s shirty with him on the phone about somethings but asks if their letters have arrived. Dave replies yes, but thinks they need to have a discussion in person before they decide what to do. She’s rude to him back down the phone again & shouts at him. He just lets it slide off his back before he says he can’t wait to see her on sunday. She huffs at that before hanging up the phone. He puts it down looking a little in anger, that something 8 years ago which was a bit of fun, has now lead to this situation.

Carol was the pretty receptionist for his army base, she flirted with every guy, & had slept with most of them. So when it was Daves turn he took advantage. Carol however liked Dave & didn’t want him running off with anyone else, so “forgot to take her birth control”. Soon enough Dave & 3 other men were waiting to find out who the father was, Dave was the lucky man. Coparenting went okay until they both got drunk one night & Dave fucked her again. Obviously Daves got strong swimmers because this lead to the second pregnancy as Carol once again decided not to be on any sort birth of control. Dave made an honest women out of her, marrying her 2 month before the second was due. He was never sure he loved her but knew she was a good fuck & could never leave his two little girls other than for work. Which was why 3 years ago they hired you as their nanny & housekeeper when Carol got a higher salary job in the city, & Dave contracting became more lucrative. For the last 2 years & 3 months Dave & you have had sex at least twice a week, mission depending. You’ve never brought another man or woman back to the York residence since you moved in, but you have stayed at other peoples. Dave almost killed the last one when he saw the bruises he gave you, saying that he was the only one who could harm you, breaking he poor guys wrist. That’s when he started tying you up & asked you to call him mr York, to reminder you your his & no one else’s. He thinks he loves Carol but for the last couple of months when he’s had sex with his wife, he’s wanted to call out your name instead. His fuck buddy he is now afraid he has feelings for.

Bang goes the front door, & he leaps up & then realises it’s just you & sits back down in the lounge, catching his breath. Since the incident over a year ago with the assassins almost taking you both out, he’s got a little more jumpy, ptsd hitting home a bit more. But he knows he’s got most of it under control. Infact part of this operation is to take out 2 guys who ordered that hit. No one is putting you in harms way again, not while Dave York is alive. He hear’s you go upstairs & move a few things around so he heads to his office & sends you a message.

*come see me before you leave, that not a request😉 is what you smirk at as you put your blazer on, after applying your make up. You pick up you bag & go down stairs leaving it in the hall with your portfolio & knock on the office door before sliding in. “Come sit down” he jestures & you edge for the desk chair, “no sit down “ & he pats his thigh as he sits on his sofa. You smirk straightening your skirt & saunter your hips towards him & sit on his lap. Your arms going around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, lips smoothly meeting. Sweet & innocent & full of care.

“I have a gift for you” “bloody hell Dave what kind of a mission is this?” You look startled & hes shocked that’s your response. “Ahhh mission should be fine, but you” & he reaches down “this had better be something I’ve not seen before “ & he raises an eyebrow at you “well then naughty girls don’t get gifts” he remarks “you make me naughty” & you lift his head up so his lips meet yours. “Fair enough, this is for you, for luck” & he presents a little box to you, tied up in black ribon. You open it & see that it’s shards of a bullet that’s split down the side but it’s been turned into a charm on a necklace with blue topaz shining out of it. “Wow, what the, how much did this cost & is that?” You flabbergasted expression says it all too. Dave York buys no one gifts ever, but this is unique & personal. “yes it’s the first one you took out of my shoulder, the one that splintered which I still have a piece fused to the bone” you’d found out about 10 days before this incident that Dave killed people, when he asked you for something dodgy & your rhetorical question made him stop & you’d realised that was his job. He told you to keep it quiet for your own safety. The mission had gone well but he’d been shoot & turned up at your apartment to get sorted out at 3am, before he got changed & went to hospital. Your bathroom had been a state that night, blood, ruined clothes & a lot of bandages & vodka to kill the pain, but you sorted him out & the next night he took you to a posh hotel & fucked you for 24 hours, taking your arse for the first time. Hed been having sex with you for the 3 months prior. “It’s beautiful Dave” & he slides your hair to the side & fastens it around your neck along with a few light pecks. It’s tighter than you usually wear a necklace but it’s not to tight that you can breath. You check to see if there’s an extra chain to ask if it can maybe be 3 loops loser but it isn’t. “I’ll wear this until you get home baby” you sigh after having a good feel of it around your neck, & Dave smirks.

“These guys are going to love your portfolio” he whispers in your ear, “you remembered?” You sound shocked “of course I did & if they all agree, when I get home we will celebrate all weekend.” He winks & his hand move up your leg towards your thigh. “Well until…””ahhh wev hidden it well, we could do it in the next door room & she wouldn’t hear” & his hand moves under your skirt, up your thigh & into the inside of your knickers” “ooooh Dave” you moan as he casually slips his fingers up & down your folds, arousing them further. It’s slow & laboured but he is kissing & sucking your neck as your head goes back, as he gets you wetter & more aroused. & then at the point you’d beg for more, he withdraws completely, putting his fingers in your mouth to suck, making him twitch.

“When you asked on Tuesday when I normally stop, it’s that point” you moan, getting your breathing back to normal .”I know sweetheart” he says as his eyes dilate. “Just wanted one last swipe” he’s hard underneath you & your hands go for his belt but he grabs them & shakes his head “don’t want you walking into this meeting all flustered baby. Go sell your art, go be a star” “thank you mr York” you reply as you stand up & straighten your skirt. “Go on my computer while im away & order that canvas thing, all my details are there for it to arrive by the weekend” “really?” “Yes your other one should be apart of your portfolio” & he follows you into the hall & you both walk back & forth putting things in your car. You do return back to grab the house keys for when you get back later. “Good luck Dave, sort out whoever it is” you say & he lift his head so your eyes beam at each other. For all of 5 seconds before he says a word you confirm once again that you have fallen for the man, not just the assassin & easy fuck “thank you for everything you do, our family wouldn’t work without you” “please you’d find…””NO!” & he grabs hold of your hand, looking stern, concerned & also aroused.”No one can replace you, you’re perfect, the girls need you, I need you…. I…” & you raise a finger to his lips to shhh him, not sure if you want to here the next words that come out of his mouth, before he drags it away & pushes you up against the front door. A hurried frenzied kiss, full of desire as he spreads your legs is your true goodbye gift. Tongues so lost in each other your not sure which is your. Panting & heavy breathing filling the air each millisecond you break apart before continuing the promised kiss. Your hands exploring his hair & hes pressed up against your aroused sex as his hardening length starts to pulse.

Eventually you break, opening both your eyes & just staring at each other “please come back in one piece” you whimper as your eyes glisten over, before he connects his lips again “I intend to sweetheart” & he drops the house keys in your hand “now hurry up or you will be late” it’s a good thing you packed your make up & hair brush earlier so you can sort yourself out before the meeting.”goodbye, Dave” you say instead of mr York as you slip into the car & prepare to drive off. He stands at the doorway & blows a kiss towards you, so you see it as you look in your rear view mirror, & as you pull out the drive you say those words which you one day wish to say to his face, “I love you.”

Dave heads back inside gasping for air & checks his time, still 3hs before his pick up. He tidys the place up & leaves you a bottle of nice wine in the fridge & the box of grapes & a note for you. He wants to have some fun later before fully getting you out of his mind. He goes back to his study & sorts out a few non murder related work things. He then plugs his phone in & accesses his personal encrypted drive. No not the one for work, the one for you & of you. Your cctv footage from your bedroom & shower, the last 2 weeks of your touching yourself & of him being ridden by you & he also then goes back over the last 3 days of when you have had sex else where in the house & he downloads those too, especially the art room. “Bloody hell she took photos” he exclaims, he was so lost in his high last night that he had no idea. He rewatches the Monday us states video in full, penis in hand pumping furiously, moaning your name as the two of you moan each others on the video. He cums watching you both orgasm, & moves that to Dave’s personal fave server. His phone alarm goes off to tell him the car will be here in 15mins so he hurriedly closes his computer, & gets ready to leave. All the houses cctv is on & ready to go to any back up places should stuff go wrong,not that anything ever does. He has one last sweep of the house, before he leaves locks up & gets in the car. The driver as always never asks any questions & just lets Dave brood in the back, but he’s not brooding. He’s horny & moody & wants to see your cunt one more time before his mission.

Your busy day is over & it’s been successful. The guys at the gallery would love to put your art up as an exhibition & two of them, including the curator Christian, want to come round & see your creative space tomorrow. You sent a message to Dave & Carol to confirm this which they both approve of, you know how Dave gets if people he doesn’t know are in the house. You’ve got the girls, done home work, cooked dinner, & settled them in bed. When you were getting dinner you noticed the bottle of wine in the fridge with a box next to it with your name on it saying face time? You’d already sent him a voice note after the initial request of someone coming over, explaining how well it had gone. Once you’ve cleaned up & put everything away, You take the bottle & box without opening it & a glass & head up to your room, after making sure everything is secured down stairs. You get changed & slide on your over sized tshirt, the pink one about not being a princess when you sleep, which just about covers your arse, & you leave your underwear on, it’s not matching today, a white plane bra for the crisp blouse you wore earlier & floral lacy knickers, that if Dave was here he’d ask you to wiggle & your arse cheeks would engulf most of the material, before he’d slide his hand underneath it. You’ve still not opened the box when you hit the face time button & lie seductively on your bed, glass of wine in hand, ready to talk dirty things to him.

Dave leaps up when he hears the connecting noise on his phone & makes sure to lock the door. It’s 10pm & they aren’t heading off until 2am so he’s been napping for most of the time he’s been at the meet up base. He’s already just in his boxers & just the idea of you face timing him has made him throb. “Hello sweetheart” he moans from his bed “mr York, im guessing all okay so far” “yes it is, sounds like your day was eventful” “yes it was baby, & don’t worry about them coming round tomorrow the rest of the house will be shut off, this isn’t my first rodeo” & he watches you take a big gulp of wine & sees your body tense a little “oh no, I know you know how to ride” he says seductively as you almost choke on your wine. He watches you then lean over the phone to grab the box, behind where you’ve stood the device. He intently stares at your knickers & sighs “well they are a waste, for just your pleasure” he moans & you giggle as your face returns to the camera, he knows you know what you were doing there. You pop open the box, the last strand of grapes are in there from this morning “GRAPES?!” You ask “yes we’re going to have fun” he winks edging closer to his phone “suck one” he asks, without hesitation you do as he says. Leaving part of it hanging out of your mouth, he sees your tongue moving the rest of it as it parts your lips. “Bite” he commands knowing he doesn’t want you to choke on it there’s no one there to save you if you do. “Good girl, now peel the next one as you go get the equivalent” he says palming himself over his boxers. He knows when he cums it will be a waste that it’s not inside you, but knowing you will feel a similar pleasure to his penis, arouses him.

You find it easily, it’s on top of your third draw. It’s the one your used yesterday. You’re always aroused when Dave commands you, but you still grab the lube, you want it to slide in as well as he does. You return back to the screen & just casually hold it, eating that peeled grape. “From what angle?” You ask stroking the shaft, & popping another grape in your mouth & moaning about its deliciousness. “Phone at the end of the bed, I want to see it work inside you.” He moans. you sip more wine & then move your phone stand to the end of the bed. He knows that not only from this angle will he get a show right now, but that the hidden camera in the ceiling & the chest of draws, he will get to see so much more again & again for weeks to come. “Also you’re still dressed?” He asks “knickers only until I tell you to spread, then I want to see all that glistens.” He slides his boxers off, hand firmly on his shaft ready to pump at the same rate you thrust your vibrator inside you. You spread your legs as you kneel & you turn so your back faces the screen now the phone on set up else where & remove your top & unhook your bra. You make your arse cheeks clamp together so all the material is taken by them & then slowly turn around so he can see that the material really doesn’t leave much to the imagination & that your nipples are hard on your breasts, “fuck me sweetheart, youre always a sight, fuckkkkk” you pick up a grape & roll it up & down your torso, making him wide eyed & desperate on the other end of the camera before nibbling on it & swallowing hard. He loves it when you swallow. “Spread” he groans & you slide onto the bed but close your legs as your hands go into your knickers “no I said spread” his tones dropped to his assassin/bedroom voice. “Thought you wanted a tease Mr York” as the knickers roll over your knees & you discard them across the room. You grab the vibrator & give it a long succulent lick for good measure, & as his hungry eyes look at that, you slide open your legs.

Silence fill both your room. His jaw drops looking at your folds, your clit, your cunt, glistening, aroused & drenched already. You slowly slide two delicate fingers across everything, sighing & moaning. Imagining its his fingers about to explore “Dave” you cry, & he on the other side of the screen is leaking already too. The temptation to leave right now & break the speed limit & to be making your mouth & body scream is all far too much. He eventually finds his voice “don’t stop until you cum” he groans as his hand goes under his pillow to produce your pink thong from last night. “I want to see how you take it all,” & he waves the knickers in front of the screen before biting them. “All the way” you moan as your hand reaches the bottle of lube & you start to apply it “all the way sweetheart, I want you to ache when you show those people your art tomorrow, they will think your a good girl but I know otherwise“ & he coats his hand in the thong ready to thrust with you, his erection in his hand which he moves the camera down so you can see. You edge closer to the camera & tease with edging a little & swiping across which makes him raise an eyebrow “you said I needed to feel like it’s you, & you always nudge & then & oooooooh…” & you slide it into your core slowly moaning for what feels like an hour.

“Fuck baby work it” as he matches your wrist movements thrust for thrust, his hips moving in time with yours as he moans your name. Now you’re comfortable you switch up the intensity, so the girth pulses inside you “Oh Dave oooooh Dave” you cry spreading your legs further, & lying completely down on your bed. Your spare hand caresses your breasts as you whine & rive, eyes closing as you turn the vibrations up more. Rocking the toy into your core, you can never quite hit the spot like Dave does, but the drag as you thrust it is almost as good as him. You miss his weight & his wandering large hands & what he would say to you if he was actually here thrusting into your cunt. He’s only been seeing to himself for a couple of minutes, he feels like cumming already. The sight of your hips rising so you can get a deeper angel & he can see the strength & beauty that you have while you’re blissed out is making him want to fuck into these knickers forever. The material wrapped around his cock looking so perfect around his angry frustrated head. “Dave come home” you moan which causes him to pause his thrusts for a second, did she really just ask that. You have no idea what you just uttered, youre too far down the sexual fantasy rabbit hole in your head, thinking about him fucking you & teasing you with his knife & gun after he’s murdered someone, it makes you clamp down harder, which he notices your body tense & returns to his throbbing length, ready for it to explode.

“Cum with me” he moans “cum with me, let me see you leak after you clamp” & you both cum & scream each others names a few moments later. Your pink thong now has lashings of white over it, as does his hand as he pumps away, hoping that this will be enough to get him through til whenever he sees you again. His head is fucked up mess, thinking about how glorious a feeling this would have felt in your cunt. You orgasm hard, all the stars fill your eyes as the pulsing vibrations send you over the edge to an almighty yelp. You both breathe heavily moaning oh yes oh god at the face time despite neither of you now looking at each others screens. You sit up slowly & turn the vibrations down to a low level once you know your high has passed & say “Mr York, look what you’ve made me do.” He opens his eyes once more & glances at the screen. you have moved nearer to it & you pull the girthy length out of your core & your body shudders. It’s a sloppy wet mess just like your folds. His eyes dilate & he continues to lazily pump through the end of his high “oooh yes sweetheart” he growls. You stay there for a few seconds so he can see how wet you are, after masterbating thinking of him before you lower your head into the screen, switch off the vibrator & bring it to your lips, licking it clean as he moans & stares at you. Jaw on the floor wanting desperately for that to be his cock. “Tastes good?” He asks “not as good as yours” you smirk. You put the vibrator at the end of your bed to clean later & pick up the phone moving it back to your bed side table.

“I’m satisfied” you coo nuzzling your head Into the pillow feeling sleep approaching, but you want to stay up looking at Dave in a blissed out state for as long as possible. He looking at you in admiration for doing what you just did. he didn’t even really have to ask you to do it, you just did, & it’s taken all the tension out of his body. You both stare at the screen in silence for a few minutes sighing. “I miss you” Dave says in a hushed tone “I miss you too sweetheart” you reply & blow a kiss down the camera at him & smile. Your eyes full of sleep, love & lust, which makes his heart skip a beat. You exchange a few more words before you start to doze & then apologise “it’s okay my love get some rest… “ but before he finishes the sentence you are snoring. He watches you sleep for a few minutes, & then goes to exit out of the call but he pauses & looks at you nose sniffing & cheeks still full of colour. “I love you” he says. He leans in & kisses the screen before ending the call, before hitting the shower before he heads off.

You wake up with a jolt at 4am, a nightmare & the sense of pain has hit your system. Your panicking & sweaty before you realise it was only a dream. You see you fell asleep to Dave on FaceTime & plug your phone into the charger, & you hand hoovers over the keyboard to message him but you don’t. he’ll be in dark mode now, no point in contacting him until he tells you a code. Instead you take a picture of you naked from the waste up & send it to his private email which just says tonight was fun but I miss your cock & fingers. You nod back off to sleep blissfully unaware that stuff was going down else where as you entered a world of dreams, & that Dave small mission may have been more than he & his team had bargained for.

Chapter Five

[popcornforone]

Fan Fiction based on Oberyn Martell

Exploring

So the last Oberyn post I wrote went down a storm, wow really was not expecting all of that feedback from it. Thank you all so much. It wasn’t enough for some of you though was it. Some of you wanted a rougher Oberyn, so here he is in all his glory.

Synopsis:- Oberyn promised he’d stay, but Kings Landing has asked for representation from Dorne. Will your body be able to persuade him to not break his promise to you?

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! PIV sex, rough sex, water sex, hints at violence, arse slapping, oral f receiving, outside sex, swearing, alluding to both having multiple lovers, slightly controlling, arse slaps, dirty talk, nipping,punishment, pet names biting & derogatory language. I think that’s everything Let me know if I’ve missed something major out

Enjoy peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope our Dornish princess enjoys this…

He’s needs a good fucking like it’s the best wine he’s tasted & he knows where to get it from, but he knows the circumstances of it will piss you off & make you Angry. Prince Oberyn of Dorne is an in-demand man, & not just with lovers, or the Dornish court. He is their poster boy, visiting the world collecting allies & learning knowledge along the way. He had said that he would stay, for 5 full moons, but a call has come from Kings Landing asking for representation, & his brother has insisted Oberyn goes in his place. He needs to leave within the next 3 days to make it in time for this business to be attended too. Tomorrow’s is only the second full moon.

It’s twilight in the water garden when he approaches to speak to you. His yellow cloak swishing & gliding across the floor. Even in this dusk falling haze it shines the brightest of all in Dorne. He’s asked to speak to you specifically, & you sit by the large fountain that cascades water & reflects the change from day to night in a mesmerising way. Your yellow & orange dress with rope trim has always been one he says shows off your curves, but you both no full well it’s actually the lack of fastenings that he enjoys the most about it, even if you tease him before he gets what he wants, he loves the pursuit of your desire.He saunters towards you with his arrogance & tilts his head as he approaches, those eyes making you aroused & ready for whatever your Prince wishes to bestow upon you.

“My pearl, my sweet beautiful love” & he takes your hand kissing the back of it making you sigh, before he clocks your eyes dazzling back at him in the half light, reflecting the flickers from the torches around you. He moves up you arm with his peppering, each kiss a stolen moment & a kiss another lover won’t receive from him. “My Prince,” you giggle as his hand trails across your stomach & his lips meet your shoulders. He moves your flowing locks out of the way “why the urgency?” You ask as your hand moves to find his trouser fastenings so you can attend to palming him. “Kings landings orders, I must depart before the end of this moon” he says, & gulps awaiting your reply. There was no point in lying to you, you’d know eventually & he always has been honest about himself & his multiple lovers. You gasp as he licks up your neck after saying this, but then go to step away. He wraps his arms back around you & pulls you in so your arse is flush against his semi hard groin. “But this is only the second full moon?” You question in a voice in a wanting way for him to stay & never leave. “Orders are orders my Pearl. Princes orders must be obeyed, Kings Landing over rules us all” he says.he knows he can’t get away with this with you. He also knows that failing to meet Kings Landing’s orders will result in certain embracement for all of Dorne & its people. His breath as he says this is coarse & as it flows across your neck as he leans in for the next kiss. you just feel every goosebumps in your body is pricked to the surface. He has a way with you & you know that you need to wish him one last goodbye before he goes off on his next adventure, & hopefully that will be enough to keep him here for at least a few more nights, or make him come back for you hungrier.

You move away from your Prince. Oberyn looks really concerned, you don’t usually do this. Usually when he says he’s off on Adventures & faraway lands you encourage him, tonight is different. He’s made a promise & he’s broken it. You feel every emotion going through your body. am I just another lover?am I just someone that he pops in & see is from time to time? no that’s not you. You don’t do this. He is your prince & you want to make sure that he remembers it. No other Kings Landing or Dornish or Dothraki lips will come between you & this man again. you need to either make him stay or leave your mark, & whenever he next see someone, & has a passionate urge he is instantly reminded of what he is missing back home & your precious desire, which is always waiting for him.

“No you made a promise I am not having this Oberyn” you strut away before he grabs your hand “someone else can go, you made a promise, one you said you would keep” “but pearl…” & he does his seductive glance which makes the world stop spinning for everyone “don’t pearl me, I know there’s others & i know your role, but you promised & you keep breaking them” tears well up in your eyes. You want nothing more to be smothered by this man in every way feeling him engulf you & pleasure you to the point you forget anything else happens in this world, because you know he has the power to do that. But this is one broken promise to many & you’ve had enough. He grasps you turning you around by your shoulders. “Don’t you understand this is for Dorne, for our people, for us. Someone has to go “ & he’s virtually shaking the message into you, his hands gripped to your arms & shoulders. You are desperately trying to shake him off.

“Oberyn stop I can’t do this anymore…” you plead & his grip on your arm gets tighter. You after a few tussles wiggle your arm away. He leans in & seductively says “how about a kiss goodbye for your Prince…” & you shake your head despite you wanting nothing more than to taste his lips. He continues to edge towards you, Your hand raises to his face in anger to stop the kiss goodbye, but he captures it before your vicious palm slaps his face. His hand is tight pulling against you, knowing you are losing control & that your next move will either leave you heart broken watching him go or will lead to an evening of pleasure & desire just from the look in his eyes. “That slap would have stung but not as much as your broken heart” & his kiss which is instantaneous abruptly stops your struggle. Lips that burn like the corse sand on a hot day that melt your own. You are back under his spell in one move, hands gripping at his beard desperate to never break this hold & let him leave.

You don’t know when his robe came off but he’s now bare chested against you. Your hands exploring his radiating passion & heat for you. He’s smooth. He’s cool despite the heat, & as you touch him, you realise that even with a broken promise, it is so worth the feel, & his huge broad shoulders & magnificent chest with hard nipples gliding over every single inch of him. be it hard, be it smooth, be it seductive be it soft. He is your Prince & one more night of pleasure will not change that. “Oberyn” you moan. His hands go up the inside of your gown undoing the two small fastenings just below your breasts. his large hands glide across every single inch of your chest, & your stomach caressing them. fingers with light tips, tracing across you. as you feel the breeze of the twilight air galvanise your skin, you feel like you have nothing else left to lose in this world, other than your man who is about to set sale for a dangerous world.

“Stay” as your gown hits the floor, completely on display for your Prince to admire. Pert & to attention for him. Folds damp, aroused & ready to be enjoyed & pleasured. “Are you going to treat me well if I do?” He asks “I’m your pearl Oberyn, my own pearls are for your own taking.” His hand moves to his trousers unlacing them, it is struggling to contain the possession most people around the world crave. Just a glance at what this Dornish Prince has to offer is enough for most, but for you it’s a luxury you continue to enjoy again & again. “I do need to teach you a lesson…” his hands on his hips ready to reveal what you crave most. “The only person who should raise a hand to me is my brother, for your discretion & attempt I need a suitable punishment” he walks towards you & wraps his large hand around your throat causing you to gasp for air. It’s light the pressure but it’s enough to startle you. His spare hand starts to twist your nipple. The noise you make, has him pulsing, it’s sexy & needy & wanting so much more than just this. “Beg” he asks. He doesn’t remove his hand from your neck but the other he swings round so it whacks you naked arse. You jolt forward into him & can feel him pressed against you. “Your Prince just asked you to beg” he commands & he lets go of your throat & spins you around. You gasp clutching for as much air as you can knowing that soon he will be pounding you, you’re still unsure as to which part. Your hand grasps his groin which makes him groan. Your touch even above his flimsy material is always too much for him. “My Prince… please stay, please take me, please…” & his hand returns to your neck “I need you to be the whore that you are & moan for me my pearl”. You hear his trousers hit the ground, the gravel shuffling around the two of you. He walks you forward holding both your hands as you can feel him hard against the curves of your arse, until your knees hit the fountain wall & he pushes you from your waist upwards down , your head almost in the water.

“I’m going to take you now, so that when I leave, you will feel the ache from me. People will ask you for days why you are not walking properly & you can tell them the Prince Oberyn was an avid explorer” & one hand goes to your hip & the other on the fountains wall. No extra fourplay, no more seduction, not even any nudging of your folds. in one thrust your Dornish Prince glide straight in hitting the spot & making you scream out his name in ecstasy & sheer panic engulfs you as you lean there. Wondering why you can’t think anymore as that humongous length glides all the way through you, dragging you to infinity & making you want to come apart upon the first few thrusts, you realise you’re far too gone. You realise that you have to have this forever, & you realise that your Prince is the most electrifying man, & passionate lover in the entire world to enjoy the splendours of. “Tight as always, don’t fight it” he calls burying himself further inside you. Oberyn always love the chase, but when you offer it so freely & in any way he wants, whenever he wants. He knows you are the finest of all he knows that, but when he’s inside you rocking as he currently is, that there is no denying that the two of you just work. Your sex is electric & between the two of you & the noises you make. It’s a sound that can be heard throughout Dorne & the people of this land know that their Prince is being fully provided for.

He’s rocking motion from his hip, snapping pushes you further into the wall. Your arse is bouncing back into him & feeling his hips making you pur. making you wish that there was more, making you actually want to be in larger In length. Inside of you Oberyn is the most you’ve ever had, & he is glorious. However, while you’re being thrusted to within an inch of your life at this ridiculous hard fraught pace, you can feel yourself move ever so closely towards the water. Your face catches itself in the reflection, your eyes looking down & you can see your own lust & desire shining back at you. you hardly ever see your own blissed out reflection of this love making, you are coming undone to this man who is pounding & pounding into your core making you scream. making you want to Feel more & making you want to cum on every single thrust. You see his face taught too concentrating on every slide, making sure you feel the drag & that your cunt never experience anything like this again, unless it’s from him.

He can see your eyes clock him in the reflection, a mischievous smirk comes over his face. “So wet baby, practically soaking already” he lifts your body up, with him still enjoying your sex, “I can make you wetter though “ & he withdraws making you groan at the loss of his cock. He scoops you up in his arms & steps over the wall into the fountain “all 4s my pearl, im going to make you howl for this, howl & I might stay for you.” But as you turn to get on all fours, he pushes you completely under the water. The ripples your naked drenched body makes as you splutter to the surface lap over the top of the fountain walls. Drenching every inch of you & the coldness hitting your sensitive sex make you clamp around nothing, eager for Oberyn to devour you. You only just get your breathe back, not even able to respond, before you cry out his name. He’s slid behind you on to his knees & once again in one thrust is back inside you, throbbing at your core hitting the spot every time at a relentless pace.

If this had been afternoon in the water Gardens, there would’ve been hundreds of people walking around, conducting business, looking at the beautiful fountains & plant, enjoyed by all in the Dorne having a wonderful time. but it’s twilight & the only noises aren’t from families or children or court discussing the latest Dornish business. instead it noises of you begging for more. begging for your prince to take you, to want you, to pound at you. the water laps over the edge of the walls as his own throbbing length hits your own walls constantly, relentlessly. you can feel every inch of him. You can feel every slap of his pelvis against your arse making a shattering noise. your nipples in the water being aroused & harden at the coolness from the ripples. As you can feel the water flow from the rhythm that the two of you are making, he moans & groans for you desperate for you to enjoy every pleasure he’s Giving you right now. His pace is blistering. It’s taking you far beyond anything you ever thought you could experience even with him. He’s growling at this prospect. A prospect of the slapping wet noises coming between you both. the prospect of the fact that he gets to fill you up multiple times tonight, & there is still a chance that after all of this, he could slip out, & you would never notice that he would be gone because you will be so tired, blissed out from all of his pounding of his fabulous penis inside of you.

“My Prince please please…” you start to plea but you stop. One slap on your arse, a groan from him & a few thrusts later & you drench him exquisitely. Clamping around his girth, making your shudder as you scream his name. Your whole body on all fours trembles, & you go sex blind, as he continues his relentless pace. “Pearl who said you could cum yet?” He asks & he grabs your hair & pushes your head under the water startling you. It’s a dramatic move that panics you. You’re only under for 3 seconds, but the gasp & spluttering push him over, filling you up, lacerating his seed deep inside you. His own moan is full of desire & wanting & he rocks skin to skin against you until he is spent. It’s only at the end of his come down that he caresses your back with his hands, removing them from gripping your hips so fervently. “I’m sorry my love, but you needed to feeling how rough I can be” he says bringing you onto your knees letting, you catch your breath. He trails his delicious fingers down your neck across your drenched body, from the fountain, sweat & passionate sex. “Oberyn i.. i” you’re still catching your breath but then your body tensed as his hand glides across your sex, & he slowly edges his still hard cock out of you. “The only downing I’d ever let you do would be from drinking too much of my seed” the word are seductive as he flicks at your sensitive bud, making you push your arse back into him. Your walls flushing out wanting more again, dampening ready for another onslaught of passion with your Prince. He scoops you into his arms & you wrap your arms around his long neck. “Stay?” You ask again as he cradled your body stepping out of the fountain. Water cascades off you tricking down his legs as he walks, leaving a mess in the path you both leave.

There’s a marquee at the end of the water garden. Usually filled with dignitaries, discussing plans, full of food rich from the Sun, earthy & delicious for your taste. The finest wines in the world ready to be succulently drunk & passed around the men, much like the ladies that usually also delight this water garden inhabitants. However tonight no one is there, the torches shine & Glisten across from now night sky. Stars shine brightly as the moon caresses the two of your figures. You both have a glow after fucking & he carries you across to one of the lounge sofas. it’s still there from earlier in the day with cushions, burgundy in colour & made of rich velvet. Both ready for round two of whatever pleasures Oberyn wishes to spell upon you on this moonlight escapade.

He lays you onto the sofa & your legs part, showing him all the desire in the world, still gushing for him. If there was ever a reason to not leave Dorne, he was looking at it. Shining like the stars, glistening like the milky way, ready to be taken by a prince & cherished. “Already aroused my love” he stands above you & trails his fingers across your body. Goosebumps explode at the softest touch. He works up from your toes, but avoids your sex until he gets to your lips, your body already rolling expecting more, thirsty for him. His lips devour yours as your body shift to accommodate his weight as he mounts you. Perfect, plump & precious, they take your mouth & taste you like you are all that could ever be indulged. Your hands find the back of his head & neck to keep him in this embrace for as long as you can. Your wet bodies moulding together, sliding through the slick.

He crawls back down your rhymicallying, moaning “so responsive” each time you gasp or you flick slightly. Nerves tingling making your feel a thousand emotions. as he travels down, your body still dripping, still wet, still ravaged from your earlier desire,He kisses you. every inch of your skin, receives a peck it feels like there are 1000 roses, giving you goosebumps you didn’t know you could have in certain places, making you sing, making you moan, making each sigh a delicate Sound for his ears alone. “Your touch is a delight” “& your body is a feast” he growls. He darts the most dark, dilated, deep, caramel eyes that reek of seduction, suaveness & sex, & they enchant your own. They are locked, & know about this look, every wish a thirsty desperate man desires. He knows what he’s about to taste, he has tasted it before, & yet hes still needing to want more once he is done, snapping up all that you have left for him. He reaches your thighs & his hands palm across them,stroking them, caressing them & edging towards your bundle of nerves. Pleasuring you to want more than just friction. He looks at your arousal, dripping, waiting & longing for the delicate taste & touch of whatever this man’s plans are for you. Be it his penis, his fingers, or his tongue, those lips that will be so rounded so ready to taste every inch of you. you’re ready, & he can’t wait to be famished & eat up every last drop. He lifts his head up & smirks as your hips jolt at nothing. “Always so eager my love, I think this is my leaving gift.” & he dives in.

There is no feeling in the world quite like Oberyns tongue lapping over you. You feel every stroke, you know his tastebuds are enjoying every slurp. You know that he is lauding & salivating & making sounds that would make even the birds embarrassed of noise of that call from your muffle. now trying to calm your moans as the sound over takes all the noises from the water gardens. The water lapping in the fountains, a noise above the flickering of the torches & sound that echo into the night sky clear of clouds,burning Bright with the stars, as your body respond to every single lick this man is providing to your passion & your desire. with so many lovers Oberyn is never jealous, but the idea of any of the man getting to taste you & lap you up & make you make these noises, well he can’t have that . It sends him into a haze of pure lust, that makes him aroused. every other man can only dream of tasting you, but if they are lucky enough to ever get this delight, they will never taste & tease you in the way that Oberyn does.

He comes up for air & looks at your face. Your eyes are closed as his thumb takes over for a few minutes. Ever responsive to his touch & his sex. That’s why you’re his ultimate fuck. You give & give & allow him to plunder you for all your worth. you are the greatest wine he will ever taste, you are the ultimate desire, you are the ultimate come home & the ultimate goodbye. Problem is he can’t take you with him. as much as he would love to, you are not fit for presentation elsewhere. At the end of day you are still a Dornish sand. For as much love & heart as the Dornish all love each & worship each other here in this glorious sun baked land, you are looked down upon else where. It means that to take you to Kings Landing would never be an option, so he must exploit all of his desires while he is still at home, & you are the greatest desire of all. To prove that he removes his thumb & slowly rises to your sex & slowly glides back within your core, making your eyes flicker open in pure elation, in the fact that you can fell him drag against your walls for one last time before you know he has to leave.

“Faster, I want it fast…” you stutter, air being pushed out of your lungs. He looks down at your pleading face. He knows faster will suit him too, he already very close to his second orgasm, licking you until you were almost dry made his tip leak. This Sofa will not be fit for court again, so why just have the one stain. He slams back into you, both your body’s jolting. “Hard & fast?” He replies to check. He knows what your body can take, but this will be a seeing to like no other. Snap his hips go again & you cry “please” into the dark night sky. Your mouth coos & moans & he dazzles a smile of bewilderment & wonder at you. “Your Prince can deliver that , my Pearl.” & he rocks. Hands deeply grasped to your hip, there will be marks there in the morning. If they were any tighter he might draw blood from the way his nails dig into your dampened skin. A face concentrating on every withdrawal, almost completely out of your each time so you can feel the drag out & the glide back in. Your core wanting to clamp each time, but he’s so quick & persistent, that your body is desperately trying to keep up & respond to the pace he’s set. You roll your body, providing enough friction to see this through. Every time your breast move & your nipples rise he smirks. Watching them dance on their own free will as you rive in a passionate haze, with no control, just make him throb more. & then you gasp & he starts to stutter. The moment of coming undone has arrived “stay my Prince” you cry as you flood your walls, every inch of his length being clamped down & deliciously soaked by you own arousal. You mind imagines what he is feeling & how aroused he is by your pleasure exploding for a second time.

But you actually have no time to think of that. He suddenly no longer on his knees pounding into you. He’s dropped on top of you, so you can feel all his weight, your hips snapping next to each other & you can hear the squelching of your wetness. Pelvis on pelvis, tummy on tummy but then he lifts slightly lowering down to your chest. & he nibbles around your nipples causing you to clamp down at his further thrusts once more & a high pitch scream escapes your mouth. You dig your hands into his shoulders which causes him to hiss & bite your breasts, but also the thrust after that is his undoing. He leaves your breast & crys your name to your face, filling you up once more. Making you feel complete. He leaving his mark tonight, so that you will feel only Oberyn against your walls from now on. He works through his high panting delicately into your neck, as the two of you caress each other sex covered bodies.

“My Prince, my Prince…” & you both in you naked passionate state, with him softening inside you, breaking from the delicious kiss the two of you have been embracing since you came down from your highs. A Dornish guard has come to find him. “Can you see that I am busy seeing to this pearls needs?” He says, the mischievous smirk has you giggling beneath him. It makes him twitch, eager for a third round. “The Prince wishes to tell you that your sister has agreed to go to kings landing instead, & she is leaving tomorrow night,” you can’t deny the smile that’s on your face. He’s staying for at least the next three moons now. More passionate nights will come your way. “Thank you” Oberyn replies “now unless you wish to partake in our celebration of me now staying, I think you should head back inside the walls, unless you can fetch us some wine?” The guard looks at your bodies still entwined together in a lustful state. He seen worse but not in the water gardens. “I will see to it my Prince” & he scuttles off.

His face returns to look at you & he caresses your hair. “Pearl, your desire would have made me ask to stay, the satisfaction of you, is better than any other exploration around the world.” Your hand trails down his back “im sorry I tried to slap you” you whisper as you slowly slide beneath him ready for another round. “Passion for anything is beautiful my beloved, & yours is the greatest of all” his lips of crimson trace across yours. His facial hair pricks at your skin rubbing against it & making you sigh. “3 more moons full of desire?” You ask as you break & you start to feel him rolling against you “yes my Pearl, any way you want me i am yours for that time.” & he starts to harden again making you gasp. Your eyes burn into him as he starts another round of passion. His eyes shine with desire more than the moon & stars & his warm touch is greater than any heat the torches, which are helping to display your passion & lust for each other. The water gardens are the perfect setting for desire you have for each other.