You and Oliver had been dating for about a month or so now. He was amazing. He was smart, and charming and knew exactly how to make you laugh. You two had been spending just about every weekend together, and tonight was no exception. You were sat on his couch, watching as he made each of you a vodka cranberry. He moved so smoothly, he was so confident.
"So tell me about your day." You said, crossing your legs and looking at him with a tilt of your head.
"Oh, it was nothing special. Just had a few meetings with some patients." He walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to you, "I spoke with Kit Walker today, the suspect of the Bloody Face murders." He said, taking a much needed sip of his drink. Your eyes widened.
"There's not a doubt in my mind that he's guilty. But he's not stable." He leaned back, sighing. You loved when he told you about all of this. You truly loved psychology, but that wasn't a field women were accepted into. So you sat and listened to everything he said, downing your drink quite a bit quicker than you intended to.
"Would you like another one, dear?" He flashed you a playful smirk, leaning in so your faces were close together. "I'd love to have you spend the night." His voice sent a chill down your spine, and you nodded. He was so difficult to say no to. He was just so captivating.
You couldn't pull your eyes from him as he stood up to make you another drink. He was wearing black slacks and a white button down he had partially unbuttoned from the top. He also had his glasses on, which he knew you absolutely loved. About an hour went by and you were each roughly five drinks in, each of you giggling, feeling extremely touchy with one another. Oliver stood up to make himself another drink, but this time you followed him, smiling to yourself as you stood next to him against the counter.
"What? You want to learn to mix drinks?" He teased you, looking down at you. You shrugged, running your finger up his arm. He raised an eyebrow, swiftly grabbing you by your hips and pinning you against the counter top. Breathlessly, you looked up at him, his gaze changed from loving and tipsy to animalistic. He leaned down and nipped at your ear, making you giggle excitedly.
"How do you like it, baby doll?" He whispered, his lips trailing along the shell of your ear, making you shiver beneath him.
"I like it rough, Dr. Thredson." You smirked. This was the first time you two had been sexually active beyond some lighthearted touching. You felt him inhale against your neck, fingers tightening on your hips. He radiated authority and you couldn't get enough of it. It's like calling him by his professional name lit a fire in him. He pulled you tighter against his body, attaching his lips to your neck. He was firm, kissing and biting along the soft flesh, sure to leave some deep purple marks.
"Everyone is going to know exactly who you belong to." He hissed, fingers moving to the zipper at the back of your dress. His breath was hot. It was clear how badly he needed you, and it just excited you more. His lips were at your chest now, your dress had pooled around your ankles, revealing the white silk panties you had on beneath your outfit.
He nipped at your skin, making you giggle. You felt one of his hands slide up the side of your body, over your chest and around your neck, giving you a firm squeeze.
"I don't want to hear another noise from you unless you're thanking me or telling me how good I make you feel." His voice was raspy. You felt his hand tighten around your neck, and you nodded best you could.
"Yes, Dr. Thredson, I understand."
He leaned up, his hand moving from your throat to grip your jaw with the same level of force.
"Keep your eyes on mine. Look away and I'll make you regret it for the next week." He gave you a gentle smack to your cheek, and you nodded obediently. His hand moved away from your face and you whined quietly at the lost contact, but you were quickly rewarded by the sound of his belt sliding from its loops and his hand in your hair, forcing you down to your knees.
"Open your mouth." You obeyed.
Ever so slowly, he pulled his cock from the confines of his black slacks, and you eagerly tried to wrap your lips around the head, earning a sharp smack from Oliver.
Your eyes widened, his looked almost disappointed.
"Did I say you were allowed to do that?" He growled through clenched teeth, the tip of his cock leaking precum as he watched you submit beneath him.
"No..." Your voice was low and desperate.
"No?"
"No, Dr. Thredson, you didn't say I was allowed."
"Good girl. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and don't fucking move." You obeyed. He held his cock at the base, forcing you to lick a stripe down the underside, making him moan under his breath. He continued this a few more times before he slipped the tip between your lips, slowly forcing you to take it to the hilt, a sharp grunt coming from him. Your eyes stayed locked on his face. Watching him twist and writhe with pleasure only contributed to how badly you needed him.
His hand moved to tangle in your hair, only using it to shove his cock just a little deeper down your throat. In one swift motion, he pulled himself all the way out, before forcing himself all the way back in. Your lips were slick, and swollen, your chest covered in your own spit by the time he decided he was done.
"Get up." He hissed. You did as he requested. Your makeup was smeared a bit, his cock stained with the beautiful pink shade you previously had on your lips. He pushed his body against yours once again, a smile never crossing his lips.
"Your safeword is red. Do you understand me?" His voice was stern and cold. Why would you need a safeword? You two hadn't previously discussed anything, but the fear of the unknown excited you even more.
"Yes, Dr. Thredson, I understand. Red." You repeated back to him, watching as his face finally expressed a sliver of excitement. His hand came back up to your throat, his eyes scanning your body, his tongue pressed against his lower lip. His grip tightened.
"I think you need more than just a little hickey as proof of who you belong to." He whispered, leaning next to your ear, grabbing the remains of a broken scotch glass you'd accidentally dropped earlier.
"Stay still, princess." He held you tightly and drug the small shard of glass along the skin of your lower stomach, making a small "T." You couldn't help but gasp, attempting to pull away from his grip.
"Did you not hear me? I told you to stay still. I can make this much much worse for you." His eyes were locked on the small stream of blood trailing down your thigh, and he moved the shard of glass from your hips up to right under your chin.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I won't move." You whimpered. The little prick of pain had gone and your core was throbbing with pure desperation for him. He gave you a small, confident smile before setting the blade of glass back on the counter top.
"Bend over." Finally, you were gonna get what you wanted. You were damn near about to start begging him to touch you. You bent over the bar top, the marble was cool on your arms.
"You said you like it rough, hm?" His hands were moving from your shoulders to your lower back, down to your ass. You nodded your head in agreement, mind wandering a bit.
"Show me some damn respect and speak to me." He brought a hard smack down on your ass, making you hiss from the sharp pain.
"Yes, Doctor, I like it rough." Your voice was thick with anguish. "Please spank me again."
He listened to you, spanking you just as hard once more.
"You want to get fucked?" Smack.
"Yes, please." Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill. He'd probably get off on it anyways.
Smack.
"Beg for it then, slut." He hissed, one finger teasing you through your embarrassingly soaked panties.
"Please, Dr. Thredson, I need you so bad." You sounded almost winded. "I've been fantasizing about you fucking me like this since the day we met."
You heard him snicker to himself, his hands leaving your ass to grip his cock, replacing his finger in teasing you.
"Arms behind your back." You obeyed before he could even finish his sentence, hands meeting at your ass. He grabbed the waistband of your panties in one hand and forcefully slid them down your legs, leaving them wrapped around your ankles. In one hard movement, he slammed every inch of his impressive length into your soaked pussy, your hands squeezing together.
You let out a breathless moan when his hand returned to your throat, grasping it so firmly you couldn't bring yourself to make any noise.
"You take my cock like you were fucking made for it." He hissed, smacking your cheek with his free hand, never faltering in his quick thrusts. All you could manage was a few "mhmm's" with his hand wrapped around your neck.
"Good fuckin' girl." He hissed as he forces your head down against the bar top, small shards of glass being pressed into your cheek.
"I-I'm gonna..." You started, legs shaking, finger tips looking for something to hold on to.
"Oh, are you gonna cum for me, princess?" He didn't slow down, but his hand tangled in your hair and tugged you upwards so your back was arched even more for him. You nodded, unable to form words at this point, unsure if your cheek was bleeding or not from the glass. Finally, you felt the hot rush of an orgasm, your knees buckling beneath you, just the bar top holding you up. You were met with Oliver's praise, releasing his grip on your hair.
"Get on your knees." You did, but a little too slowly for him. Needless to say you were rewarded with another harsh smack to your face. He shoved his cock back into your mouth, mercilessly fucking into your throat however he wanted to. Tears had spilled onto your cheeks and you were covered in a mix of your black makeup smears and spit, still coming down from the high of your orgasm.
It wasn't long before Oliver slammed deep into your throat, nose grazing the dark curls against his lower stomach.
He pulled himself from your lips when he was done, leaning down so you two were face to face. He smiled, a bit of his cum dribbling from the corner of your mouth. He ran his finger over what was left on your face and pushed his finger into your mouth, forcing you to gag.
"You look so beautiful like this." He whispered, almost sadistically. Your hair was out of the tight pony tail you had it in, your makeup was in smears down your cheeks, your lips were swollen, and you were covered in spit and cum. You blushed.
"What do you say?" His finger brushed over your lips lightly.
"Thank you, Doctor Thredson." You said between broken breaths. You couldn't wait to do this again.
