So, I saw that you got a request asking for dom!cal, but why not sub!cal? It’s be along the lines of where he was late for something or you got jealous and handcuff him later. You’d tease him a lot and deny his orgasms. Tbh, I love sub!cal smuts. Even though they’re kind of hard to come by, they’re my favorite smuts to read! :P
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Kinks: sub!Cal
Your POV
Calum and I had been invited to a party, and I hadn’t really wanted to go out. I never really wanted to go out, but I especially didn’t want to tonight. He convinced me to go claiming it was going to be fun, and I’m always hilarious when I’m a little bit tipsy.
When we arrived there, my stomach felt a little uneasy, but I swallowed it down because I was going for Calum, and I never really liked to go to these things. It was good to get out of my comfort zone for a while.
We were there nearly ten minutes and I had lost him. I was wandering around aimlessly, getting drunker as time passed by. I was asking strangers if they’d seen him, and I was running into lamps and apologizing to them. I started to sober up as the night went by, mostly because no one was giving me drinks. I finally spotted Calum by the stereo talking to a really pretty girl in a skimpy top. I had nothing against her or her boobs, they were nice. But a bit too close to my boyfriend’s face for comfort.
“Calum!” I yelled at him, as I finally approached him. He jumped, looking guilty as he saw me.
“Babe!” he exclaimed. “There you are!”
“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Cal, I’m pissed at you.”
The girl took this as an opportunity to leave, and Calum watched her go. “What’s the problem?” he asked, a little too innocent-like.
“I didn’t want to go, and you made me! And then you ditch me! For someone else! I don’t know, what do you think is the problem?”
“Did I make you mad?”
“Yes!”
“Then why don’t you,” he took a step forward. “Do something.”
My eyes went wide with realization. Did he want this to happen? Didn’t matter much at this point, because I’m milking the fuck out of it. “Get in the car,” I ordered.
We drove him, sexual tension thick between us, but no words were spoken. He knew what was in store for him. When we finally got home, we walked in the door, and my mouth was instantly on his, harshly crashing on his. My tongue immediately went into his mouth, and I was fondling him against the door.
“You know what you did, don’t you?” I growled.
“Yes,” he squeaked.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Go upstairs.”
He ran up to our room, and I threw off my shirt, following behind him. I grabbed our things we used, and found him lying on the bed. He still had his clothes on. “Take them off,” I ordered. He followed suit, lying completely naked for me to ride, his dick already throbbing.
I grabbed the handcuffs and strapped his wrists to the poles of our bed. He couldn’t move them from there. He looked at me, his eyes drunk on pleasure even before I touched him. But he was bad, so he had to be punished.
“You know what you’re being punished for, don’t you Cal?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And you won’t do it again, right?”
He said nothing, but nodded as I brought my mouth to his cock, already excited for what was to come. I took the tip in my mouth, going slowly like he liked it. He started shuddering in pleasure, his dick close to cumming already. I put it halfway in, and then out. And then the whole thing in, but as soon as he felt like he was ready, I pulled back out. I’m milking this for as long as I can.
I did it three times until he whimpered and smirked. “You know why you’re not getting these orgasms, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.”
I slid off the rest of what I had on, which was much, and got ready to ride him. I straddled him so I wasn’t on him, just sitting. My lips close to his, ghosting over the curvature. “Do you want to taste me Cal?”
“So fucking bad.”
“You know why you can’t, right?”
Again, he nodded and I never kissed him, and he knew why. My pussy slid onto his dick, the sheer wetness from giving him head was enough lube I needed. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on not cumming. “You know what will happen if you do cum without me telling you to?”
He nodded his head with his eyes screwed shut. I smirked still close to his lips but not as close as he would like. I began moving up and down. And he held it in for as long as he could. I started going faster with our breaths and moans and sticky skin the only thing surrounding us, and my lips still never touched his.
“Okay Cal,” I merely whispered. “You can let go.” He released everything he had built up, shaking with pleasure while I had also released. He started to catch his breaths, and I finally kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips. He smiled up at me.
“Untie me?” he asked, a sparkle gleaming in his eye. I grinned, unlocking the handcuffs on his wrist and kissing where it was raw.
“You okay?” I asked him, cuddling next to him after our session.
