On the first day of KinkMas, a bastard Dom gave to me...
1 Chastity Cage, with Tarek x Ari 🍋🍋
Ari is a bastard Dom, and Tarek has a wicked tongue. They occasionally like to practise new things on each other and unwind. Tarek belongs to @fantasmagorias (and is a fine piece of ass).
Featuring: chastity cage, light bondage, spitting, biting/light blood, Dominant Ari, “submissive” Tarek (he’s actually a Dom here, he’s just acting as a willing experiment participant).
DAYS OF KinkMas: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12
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Hello!
So after probing people on discord about their apprentices, I was originally planning on doing ‘12 Days of KinkMas’ from 25th - 4th, but if you’re even remotely great at math you will be able to tell that I’m a solid 3 days late on that front. I’m still going to do it, exactly as planned, just not when I should have.
Each day has a kink/thing related to the number, with a different apprentice being paired with either of mine (Eli or Ari). This is both a Christmas gift to people who make me aggressively horny, as well as a good chance for me to practise writing short things that I don’t overthink to much.
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“Why exactly did I agree to this, again?”
Tarek’s near-resigned growl rolls through his chest as Ari’s head bobs near his lap, the only sounds from her being impatient little signs and thoughtful hmms. A few moments later, she pops up with a wide grin on her face, though there’s a bit too much teeth and a bastard glint in her eye that are perhaps just enough to offset any comforting thoughts he might have had about the…situation.
“You agreed,” she starts, pushing her hair off her shoulder. Tarek swipes out at it, the long strands slipping through his fingertips and falling about her hips. “Because I’m adorable, and very persuasive, and also very—ah, no touching—very annoying when I don’t get my way. Tight enough?”
Tarek exhales through his nose, gaze dropping to the singular cuff that’s locking him to the chair. He rattles it, more for show than to test the strength, and when his wrist predictably stays locked in place he looks back up to Ari with a cocked eyebrow.
“What?” She asks, so softly, so innocently, he almost believes her. Almost.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” He chuckles. His head falls back against the chair as he sighs, completely resigned to his fate. A moment later, a hand in his hair yanks it back up, and he curses under his breath. “Watch it!”
“Mmmm,” Ari tilts her head, that wicked grin returning. “I don’t think I will.”
She knocks his knees apart with the tip of her toe, still holding his hair just tight enough to let him know there’s no point in a fight. The movement reveals his cock, red and swollen against the glinting metal that surrounds it.
Her eyes flicker over the sight, near unreadable alongside her low voice. “And how is mommy’s favourite little fucktoy doing?”
“Don’t call it that. It’s not a toy.”
“I’ll call it whatever I want, it’s mine.”
“It’s not yours, you devious little harl—hhssss!”
His hips rut backward as he hisses, trying to get away from the foot now pressed in between his legs, applying just enough pressure for it to be this side of painful. The point of her heel squeezes between the bars wrapped around his cock, pressing in on his swollen, sensitive flesh. The cuff at his wrist rattles, and he lets out a growl—much quieter this time—as he tugs it one, two, three times, before giving up and sagging back down, muscles tense and waiting for more.
“Care to try that again, baby boy?” She murmurs.
He lets out another quiet chuckle, hair falling in his face as he takes a moment to collect himself. Her heel continues to press in through the cage, a slight twist to it that moves further with every second he chooses not to speak.
And yes, he chooses not to, and he doesn’t bother to hide it as he looks back up to her, a lazy smile across his face.
“You’re absolutely bastard like this, you know that?” He asks. Ari tuts, and her heel twists just that little bit more, catching the skin near the head of his cock.
“You haven’t seen bastard me,” she tells him quietly. “If I were bastard right now, I would have gagged you and made you crawl on your hands and knees and beg for me to lash your ass until the skin broke.” She pauses, eyes moving back to his with an almost excited glint. “While wearing the cage.”
His cock twitches in said cage, and he barely holds back a groan of protest; it will only spur her on, only give her cause to ask him to do this again. This was all for practise, all for fun, one Dom to another, and he’d be fucked if he was going to let her win out on their silent, unspoken competition.
“Now—” She sighs quietly. “Are you going to be a good boy?”
Another lazy flicker of a smile. “Yes, Mistress.”
“And you know that if you’re not, and if you’re lying to me, I’ll keep you in that cage for another day, and I’ll make you fuck me with a strap-on so you can’t feel a thing?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.”
She leans forward and pinches his cheeks between her fingertips, hard enough to bruise. His free hand flexes, fingertips aching to reach out for her, to pull her closer, to gain some semblance of control back.
“Hmmm…” Ari lets out a thoughtful noise, eyeing the furious flush of his cheeks, the raging war behind the fallen strands of his hair. “Stick your tongue out.”
He does, and a moment later she spits, the drop landing perfectly in the center of the pink muscle.
“Swallow it.”
And again, he does. She smiles, a slow and shark-toothed one that moves along with her nails as they rake down either side of his face, not enough to permanently mark, but just enough to leave faint little lines, a reminder of exactly where he is in all of this.
She climbs into his lap, a hand pushing the strands of hair from his eyes. The force is enough for him to tilt his head back, and he watches through hooded eyes as she leans in and clamps her teeth down on his bottom lip, rolling it until blood spurts out into both of their mouths.
His hips buck at the pain, the heady sound of her pleased murmur, though he has no control over the movement. What he does control, though, is the low laugh in his chest, and the near-adoring look in his eye, and the way he leans forward to kiss her, properly this time, suckling on her tongue to make her shiver and shake above him.
“Mmmm,” she sighs into his mouth. “Maybe I should change my plans and—” He bucks his hips up again, this time aiming right at her. She dips hers out of the way just in time, never breaking the kiss. “—suffocate you with my cunt.”
“I’d like that.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
She pulls away slowly, his bottom lip caught between her teeth again. As she releases it, her hand connects with his bare hip with a sharp smack. He releases a string of violent curses under his breath, and as she climbs off him, he’s already pulling at the cuff again.
“Oh, no one likes a pouter, baby boy,” she croons to him. Her bottom lip juts out as she traces his own, and when he snaps to bite it, she quickly pulls it away. The shadows in her eyes shift and darken, until they settle on something that makes his gut tighten.
And a few moments later, the blindfold has come down and blocked out the world, the only sounds coming to him being the careful clicks of her heels as she circles him, letting him know exactly where she is as she purrs to him those three little words that send him feral:
“Let’s get started.”
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