Warnings: angst, coercion, extortion, sex tapes, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Andy, hand around throat, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, I’ll label this one dub-con, beard kink, degrading kink, dom/sub underlines, dirty talk, praising, choking (a hint, arm and hand)
A/N: Please read the warnings for this story. It contains scenes of dub-con.
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Kinktober 2022
You thought he was a nice guy. You thought he was the domestic dream. You thought he’ll treat a woman right.
You were wrong.
While you lie next to him, covered in his cum and bruises again, you think about how you ended up in the bearded beast’s clutches.
It’s a short but intense story…
“Morning, Professor Barber,” you give your new colleagues a soft smile.
He’s new to town, freshly divorced, and a loner. That’s why you made it your mission to help him settle in. You already helped him chose wallpapers for his house and baked a pie for him.
“How was your weekend?”
“You know…boring…lonely,” he sheepishly replies. Andy is always a little shy when you are around, and it makes you wonder if you are too pushy. “I finished the kitchen. Maybe I can take you up on that promise and you cook for me one day.”
“I’d like that, Andy.”
You watch Andy run his hand over his beard, humming as you try not to stare. He can never know you have a weakness for bearded men.
Especially when they look like Andy…
“No horny thoughts, Y/N”, you think to yourself as you watch Andy talk to one of your colleagues. She touches his bicep, making you square your jaw. “Stop staring at your colleague. He’s not on the menu. Even if his beard is to die for, you barely know the man.”
You decide the moment Andy starts shamelessly flirting with Sarah Ann, that he’s not the man he thought he is. Your bad that you believed he’s into you.
In the coming weeks, you will keep your distance and stop pretending something is going on between you and Andy.
A few weeks later you feel Andy’s eyes on you. He always seems to be around and tries to talk to you.
“Morning, Y/N. How was your weekend?”
“Always the same,” you lick your lips. It’s been a while since you talked to Andy. He was busy flirting with every female colleague at the college you are working at. “I guess yours was a little more exciting.”
Andy furrows his brows at your angry tone. “Exciting?”
“I heard you made plans with Sarah Ann or was it, Allison? No, it was Chantal,” you quip. You’re angry at yourself for falling for a man not being interested in you. “If you would excuse me now. I got to check on my appointments.”
“Y/N, what’s wrong with you lately,” Andy acts as if you didn’t just tell him what’s wrong. “Wait. Don’t run away from me.”
He grabs your arm and stops you from running off. “You won’t turn your back on me when I’m talking. Got it?” you end up pressed against the wall in the hallways leading toward your office. “I asked you a question!”
“I got it.”
You breathlessly reply. Something in Andy’s eyes tells you to not talk back right now. His hands grip your upper arms to hold you against the wall.
“You promised to cook for me and then, you made yourself scarce. I don’t like people making promises they don’t keep.”
“I thought you are busy with all the other women roaming your house,” he smirks as you look up at him with wide eyes. “You don’t need me.”
“I decide what I need, kitten,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “After work, you’ll come to my office. I want to show you something.”
“I-no,” you try.
“Do I have to repeat myself?” his voice a little rougher he purrs in your ear. “Answer me!”
“No. I-I’ll be there.”
“Good girl…”
“Andy, I don’t like this one bit. What you did this morning was a no-go. I won’t let you treat me like that ever again. I thought we are on good terms or can become friends. But now I know, you are a little too aggressive for me.”
“Y/N, I will tell you this only once,” he steps closer to cup the back of your neck. “I had some fun, that’s true.”
Andy smirks darkly as you lick your lips and you stare at his beard again.
“But, I know having my way with you will be so much more fun,” he dips his head to whisper the next part. “I know you imagined being with me.”
“That’s in the past,” you try to sound strong. Seeing Andy with other women hurt. You won’t let him pretend you are someone special only to treat you like trash too.
“I was afraid you would tell me so.”
He steps away, and you sigh in relief. “Good. If you would excuse me now.”
You want to leave, but Andy is fast to lock the door.
“You won’t leave. I said I was afraid you would tell me no so…” he grins while unlocking his phone. “I made sure you won’t.”
“What do you mean?” you wonder aloud as he pushes his phone into your hands. “I don’t understand.”
“Have a look at the video.”
“Video?” you swallow thickly as he presses start for you. “See, I got a nice friend helping me find shit on the world wide web.”
You would chuckle at his dad word for the internet, but you are too busy staring at the video in shock.
“No…that’s impossible. He said he deleted it.”
“The world wide web never forgets, kitten.”
Andy’s eyes drop to your chest. “I wonder how you will look when I fill you with something bigger than the pitiful stick that guy calls his cock.”
“Why are you showing me this?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “Andy?”
“I wanted to ask you out, but,” he chuckles darkly, “this would take time and a lot of convincing. You would want flowers and compliments. I only want to know how you feel around me.”
“What do you want? A one-night stand.”
“Oh, kitten,” he’s on you again to run his hands all over your body. His lips and teeth nip at your neck as you try to fight your body, “I don’t want a quickie and to never see you again. You will become my toy. Whenever I want to fuck you, you’ll only ask how and where.”
“What?”
“If you don’t become mine, the video will get released on the college server. Every student and all of our colleagues will see what a naughty little slut you are.”
“He was my boyfriend and…”
“Look again,” he steps away to allow you to watch the video again. “You should take your time and look at his face.”
“What? The dean? I never had sex with the dean. That’s not…no…”
“You see, my friend can manipulate videos, photos, and websites,” Andy laughs as you throw his phone against the wall. “This won’t delete the video, kitten.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I wanted to make sure you are going to be my good girl.”
You stare at him, eyes glued to his thick beard. He cannot know that his beard turns you on, or that you give shit that he tries to extort you.
All you ever wanted was to be someone’s little sex toy. You yearn for a man degrading and using you in the bedroom and taking care of you afterward.
Sadly, none of your former boyfriends satisfied your cravings.
“Andy-“ you squeak when he grabs your arm to bring you close to his chest. He looks down at you, smirking darkly.
“You are going to play by my rules now,” he twirls you around to bend you over his desk, knocking his laptop over on his way.
You shriek, but don’t fight Andy when he shoves your skirt up to reveal your soaked panties to him. “Andy.”
“Fuck, you are a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you whored your way around the college for years. Did you spread your legs for everyone here to get your fill?”
He’s calling you slut, whore, and worse as he fumbles with your panties. “Lay still or I’ll cut you,” Andy warns as he uses the scissor on his desk to cut a hole in your panties. “That’s much better. A hole to use only for me.”
“Andy.”
The next moments are haze. You can hear his zipper come down and end up in his arms. One large hand wraps around your throat as he rubs his cock over your clit. “Be good.”
You close your eyes and let Andy bend your body to his will. His arm wraps around your throat as he lines himself up, thrusting hard to fill you in one go.
He immediately covers your mouth with his free hand to make sure no one can hear you squeak and moan. “Fuck, you’re still so tight for a slut. I bet I can ruin this cunt once and for all.”
“Hmph…” you don’t get to talk back. Not with Andy starting to slide in and out at you. He doesn’t go slow or let you adjust to his thick cock. He immediately lays claim to your pussy and makes it his home.
“You’re so sweet and soft, huh?” he rubs his cheek against yours, scratching your soft skin with his beard. “I bet you love cooking for your man and making sure he feels good. You’re such a good girl.”
His words a soft, almost loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucks you from behind.
His length pumps into you at a pace taking your breath away.
“Fucking take it.”
You struggle to breathe right as he gets even faster. He rams into you, all the while groaning in your ear. “Take me. Be good. Cum for me.”
All you can do is take every harsh thrust and cream all over his cock. “A-ndy.”
“That’s right, whore. Say my name while you cum on my cock.”
“Andy!”
“Louder. I want everyone to hear what a slut you are for my dick,” he pants heavily in your ear. His groans get louder as his warmth finally fills you. “Oh, baby kitten, this was just the beginning of a wonderful relationship.”
“Don’t move. I want you to relax, baby,” Andy is all over you to check on you. “I wasn’t too harsh, right? Was it good? Uh-was it all you ever wanted.”
“Andy, baby,” you laugh as he shifts from one foot to the other. “You were perfect. I know it was much to ask for to get out of your comfort zone. My kinks are not for everyone.”
“Uh-I loved it. The sex was so intense, and you came so hard,” he sits on the bed to run his hand over your hair. “If you want to, we can do more roleplaying. I could be your boss and you, my overworked assistant, going down on me for a raise.”
“Damn, Mr. Barber,” you smirk. “You thought about this a lot. Didn’t you?”
“Since you openly talked about your kinks…every day. I did research and look,” he points at the notebook on the bed. “I took some notes and have a few ideas. What do you think about breeding benches?”
“OH BABY!” you jump at Andy to push him down on the bed. “I guess you will walk funny tomorrow, Andy.”
Summary: This is the sequel to yesterday’s ‘Benches’! And literally inspired by the above picture, found on Facebook.
All I could think about since I came to the office this morning was going home to my husband. My beefy, beardy, amazing Sebastian and how badly I needed him again. Thankfully, I had no appointments to attend and my paperwork could wait until after tomorrow when he left for Atlanta again.
“Hey, Julie? I’m heading home.” I signed to my boss with a grin.
“Sounds good. See you next week.” She signed back, giving me a knowing wink and smile. I walked out the door and to our home, picking up a coffee on my way.
“Sebastian! I’m home!” I shouted, setting down my bags and coffee cup. I started unbuttoning my blouse as I walked up the stairs, walking slowly as I heard moans coming from our bedroom.
I peeked my eyes through the crack in the door to see my bearded, muscular husband naked on our bed. One hand was resting behind his head and the other was lazily stroking his length. He eyes stayed closed and a stream of sunlight hit his body, reflecting on the slightly glistening skin of his stomach. His lips parted and his breathing became more labored, a simultaneous symphony and cacophony of moans and pants escaping those perfect lips.
I felt my own heat start to pool and opened the door quietly. I stood by the door, watching him as I stripped off my own clothes. I cleared my throat to get his attention and he pulled his hand away, his eyes flying open to see me.
“H-Hi.” Sebastian stammered. His cheeks and chest turned a brilliant shade of red as I looked him over, biting my lip.
“I see you and I are on the same page.” I chuckled and stalked over to the bed. “But it looks like one of us couldn’t wait.” I remarked and kissed him as I crawled next to him the bed. I buried my face into his neck, giggling at the way his beard scraped my skin.
“I couldn’t help myself, printesă. I kept thinking about last night. How beautiful you were. How incredibly insatiable you were.” He whispered before his breathing hitched. My hand wrapped around his cock and I kissed his neck, his body arching into my touch.
“Me too. ‘T’s why I came home.” I murmured and nibbled his earlobe. “I want you.” I purred, pulling my hand before laying on my back.
“You have me. Always.” He crooned. He rolled over, his body hovering over mine and his lips pressed to that one spot on my neck that sent me reeling. I felt one of his hands ghost down my body before it pushed my legs open.
“Hard to tell who wants who more.” Seb muttered, kissing down my neck and chest. Two fingers slid into my center and the heel of his palm started grinding against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I couldn’t hold back the screams and I braced my hand on his arm.
I heaved and panted his name, mixed with obscenities and prayers. He looked up from his place between my breasts and met my eyes. His beard scratched the sensitive skin of my chest and the only thing I could think of was getting that beard between my legs. I bit my lip and dug my nails into his arm, hoping to get my message across.
“I know what you want, iubită.” He whispered, leaning up to kiss me before kissing back down my body. He finally put his lips against my inner thigh and I let out a long moan as the combination of his lips and beard on my skin sent me spinning.
“Yes. Oh yes.” I panted, reaching one hand down and tangling it in his hair. My body arched and he pressed down on my stomach to keep me anchored. His mouth locked around my clit and my head fell back against the bed with low groan.
“I love hearing you moan for me.” Sebastian whispered before licking my clit and then kissing my inner thighs. Alternating. Back and forth. It was pure pleasure and torture. Just like loving him. I felt his lips his curl into a smile as my hips rolled. My free hand grabbed one of the bars of our headboard as he looked up from his spot between my legs.
“Seb. I need you to…” I heaved and pulled his hair. He knew exactly what it meant and sat up on his knees.
“So wet for me.” He chuckled, lifting my hips and resting my ass on his thighs. He took his cock in hand and ran it over my folds, coating it in the slickness. “Might want to hang on.” Seb added in a low growl as my other hand reached for one of the bars. I was barely able to brace myself before his hips slammed against mine.
“Fuck!” I screamed, the impact shaking the bed beneath us. He sat for a moment as he rooted into me, looking at me with loving eyes. I knew why he did this and nodded, letting him know I was okay. I gave him a mischievous smile and lip bite. He started thrusting against me, his body slamming against me with a groan. I watched him turn from my tender husband to a lust driven beast and I loved every second of it. His nails dug into my hips and his eyes raked over my body with a hunger I rarely ever got to see.
His hips pounded faster into me, my body rocking against the bed. I couldn’t help but cry out as each thrust put a strain on my arms, my hands still wrapped around the bars of the headboard.
“Rin. Oh God.” He panted and leaned down to kiss me. His body pressed against mine and the rough hair of his beard scratched against my hyper-sensitive cheeks.
The pace and force of his hips had my body shaking. My eyes squeezed shut and I couldn’t see anything but the stars swirling. His words and body had me in a trance.
“Feel so good, babygirl. So beautiful.” Sebastian murmured and kissed me. Punishingly fast thrusts turned into erratic, messy ones. His hand reached down and started rubbing my clit. My body arched off the bed and my hips rolled against him, my arms stretched above me.
“Seb.” I panted, my trembling body pulling, pushing, and writhing against him. The bed creaked beneath us and Sebastian’s lips hovered above mine.
“Do it, printesă.” He whispered before kissing me. His hips moved again, harder and faster as I screamed for him. His face buried into my neck and his body shook against me as he started filling me with a groan.
Suddenly, amidst the passion and moans, the two bars that I held broke off the headboard as Sebastian and I rode out our highs. The wood snapped and our hands fell, still holding onto the bars as we laid connected. When Sebastian finally regained his strength, he rolled off me and pried the broken pieces from my hand.
“Almost six years together and this is the first time we’ve broken furniture during sex.” He chuckled and kissed me, my body a heaving heap.
“Uh uh. Not true. We broke a lamp in a hotel room a couple years back.” I corrected him with a weak smirk and a giggle. I reached my hand under his chin and scratched it, getting a bellowing laugh in response.
“I love you.” He whispered and pressed his forehead to mine. Heavy eyelids and a lopsided smile greeted me when I opened my eyes. From tender to beastly to downright adorable. And he’s all mine. I thought to myself.
“I love you too.” I cooed and kissed him. “Let’s get some rest, sweetheart. We can go new headboard shopping later.” I murmured and pulled his head to my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and soothed us both to sleep, knowing we were both smiling.
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