𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞
pairing: carter baizen x reader
words: 2.2k words
warnings: SMUT 18+ (d/s tones, sub!carter, both of these bitches are switches who am i kidding, masturbation, panty wearing/jerking off, cumplay, praise kink, degradation kink, mistress kink, oral m, edging, pet names; baby boy), lots of bantering, fwb dynamics, fluff
summary: carter baizen taking orders instead of giving them? manhattan never thought they’d see the day.
a/n: second and unfortunately final part to indulging myself into whiny subby carter. because. um. did u see that man get punched. gossip girl spoiler: he enjoyed it way too fucking much.
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The last thing Carter remembered was accidentally spilling some white wine on one of his father’s investors at the table. It wasn’t that big of a deal: all of Gregory Baizen’s allies were haughty millionaires who would simply bitch and moan about the stain, reminding their assistants to buy a new suit the next day. It wasn’t a big deal. So he was a bit confused to have Y/N’s manicured nails digging through his suit jacket as she shoved him into a room, her breath coming out in harsh breaths through her nostrils.
She, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing. She had been the one watching him spill the wine, then pull the table runner off the table with his tight fists, hit his head on the table, then have the audacity to come at the table with a more than pornographic moan. Lydia had basically shoved the half-delirious man into Y/N’s arms, hungry with a partially-eaten dinner in her stomach. She was a bit pissed, to say the very least.
“Wh-what’re you doing, Y/N? What happened to the dinner?” Carter stuttered alarmingly. He was pushed into an old couch, sinking into the cushions with great ease as the woman hovering over him began to unbutton his slacks. “Oh God, are you gonna suck me off? Because I’m definitely not complaining.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Carter.” She pushed his pants down his legs, revealing his half-hard cock in her panties, smeared in the product of his impatience. She pulled the sheer, come-soaked material to the side of his dick, watching as it sprung up to his lower abdomen. “You couldn’t wait until I finished my marinara, could you?”
Oh. It all clicked in Carter’s head. Why she was so angry at him, why they had been kicked out of the gala, why his thighs were strangely warm and his dick aching. The silicone ring still sat snug around the base of his girth, just tempting to vibrate at any moment. Y/N pulled out its remote, pressing down on the button again at the highest setting.
He yelped.
“Oh- fuck, Y/N-” She slapped him across the face, watching him readjust his jaw before smirking. She did it again. “Mistress, that feels so good.”
She unzipped the side of her dress, shimmying the lacy sky number off with a wiggle before taking her place on his naked lap. “Does it, baby boy? Did you like how the ring felt around your dick while we were talking to your parents?” Carter nodded fervently, biting on his lower lip and shutting his eyes. His hips began to rut into hers subconsciously, but awakening a dull thrum in her core. “Did you come better than you ever have before?”
“Yes, yes, yes, mistress, please keep going, it hurts so much.” He whined, slotting his fully hard cock between her thighs, twitching when he felt her slick. She was practically leaking, her juices coating the insides of her legs and dripping down them too. Her hands were clenched around his broad shoulders, the remote clutched tightly in one while her lips focused on finding the corner of his mouth.
“You’re such a pathetic little bitch.” Carter’s brain short circuited as he tried to make sense of her words, until it clicked in too late. No-
Y/N switched off the device, lifting her hips off of his just enough so he could feel her warmth, but not her cunt. He didn’t deserve that yet. “All I asked of you was one night, but you just couldn’t keep it together. Coming in your pants like the fucking baby you are.”
She fully sunk down on his length, feeling his dick twitch against her entrance as she did so. Despite the cool shill of the room, her forehead was beaded with dots of sweat and every hair stood up on her bare skin. The drag of her walls sent him crazy- he had decided then that he had reached midheaven, with her enticing heat wrapped so snugly around his cock, but he knew she wasn’t going to let him get off easy.
How right he was.
As soon as she lifted her hips again and he tried to grab, she grabbed his throat with her manicured fingers, forcing his chin up towards the ceiling abruptly. Carter moaned at the contact and Y/N reeled in his submission. He was good for her, not daring to inch his hips up as hers moved even slower. It was instinct, to let her take control of his body, to bring him pleasure through humiliating him with harsh words and even harsher slaps.
And she took her time with him. Riding his cock sensually, ensuring that every time she sunk down, the head of his dick was hitting her spot with a slow force. Normally she liked it fast, rough, but she was more than happy to slow it down for his punishment.
Her fingers squeezed the sides of his throat and she saw how black consumed his irises. Those stone-cold blues were taken over by pure lust, and he choked out a barely audible whine when she spoke. “Open your mouth, baby, show me how good you are.”
Without any hesitation his jaw dropped, allowing Y/N to spit down his throat. Her saliva slid down his tongue smoothly, and as much as he wanted to say he hated it, he didn’t. His throat burned, tasting the piquant tones from the Sauvignon Blanc she’d drank earlier. She leaned down to taste his lips again, breathing in his overly powerful Zegna cologne and tasting herself on his lips.
Her hip bones crashed against his as she fought harder against her own orgasm, rolling down on his thighs impatiently. His skin was smooth against hers, with his regular waxings and body scrubs it always was. “You’re always such a whiny little bitch, you know that, baby? It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you in your place.”
He was gasping for air with her words. Crimson red pleasure rushed through his veins, spurring him on, and his hands grasped at anything to ground him when he felt so heavenly. With his panting and his clawing at the couch fabric, he looked desperate.
Carter Baizen. Desperate.
“Does it feel good, mon ange? I bet it does. Feels good to let go sometimes, doesn’t it?” Carter nodded fervently, biting on his lower lip as his hips started to snap up into hers. She squeezed a little harder around his throat and gave him a short, but cruel slap to his cheek. A warning for his misbehavior. “Answer me, baby.”
“Yes, mistress,” he practically preened, “feels so good, so fucking tight.”
She hopped off of him, and in one quick movement she was kneeling between his feet. A long wine left his throat when her silky warmth left him but soon it was replaced with her mouth, as she grasped the base of his length in one hand, corkscrewing the ring around it in gentle motions. Her mouth suckled at his tip, her tongue licking at his slit like a kitten lapping for milk.
Carter’s hands were busy, one pulling at his own hair (because she would’ve left him in a second if he dared to grab hers), the other loosening his tie as his chest took more room to breathe. He was nearly heaving as Y/N worked on his cock, eyelashes tickling the skin on his hip.
She sucked him in shallow strokes, waiting until his dick twitched to take him all the way down her throat. He choked on his own spit, blubbering like the baby he truly was when he felt the smoothness of her mouth contract around him. “Oh- fuck, mistress, mistress,” he cried, “please let me come, I’ve been so good.”
She looked up. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His eyes were rimmed with red, watery as he held on to the last of his sanity so he wouldn’t blow his load before she said he could. His hair was sticking up in all directions and his puffy lips only added on to his appeal. Y/N pulled her mouth off his cock, licking his salty pre-come from her lips. “I think you’ve been a real fuckin’ brat, baby boy, it’s gonna be a while ‘til you get to.”
He let out a mournful sob, and it just turned her on even further. With a light squeeze to his tight, sensitive sac, she straddled his legs again and began to tease the tip of his cock with her weeping entrance. “If you wanna come, baby, you better make sure I do first.”
His shaking hands grasped for her hips, immediately strengthening once he made contact with her skin. She sunk down on his cock with a slow drag, bouncing up and down in tandem with Carter’s hands. Her bra-covered tits appeared right before his tear-filled eyes as she took hold of the roots of his hair, pressing him towards her chest. “C’mon, baby boy, I know you wanna suck them. Don’t get all shy on me now.”
Without any other hesitation, he fumbled to push the cups of her black lacy brasserie down, revealing her bouncing tits, nipples hardening in the chilly room. His lips attached to her left bud, the other hand punching and groping it ferociously. Sparks of igniting ecstasy warmed her skin at the mercy of his hands and she pulled even harder on the roots of his hair, making him moan against her chest. Her head fell back with the vibrations of his groans against her sensitive skin.
“Mistress, tastes so good,” she hummed in approval, moving harder on his cock as the coil in her tummy tightened with him biting her skin so deliciously, “‘m gonna come soon, I can’t hold on much longer.”
“That’s okay, baby,” Y/N moaned, “I’m so close, just a little bit more, okay? I know you can take it.”
She got nothing but a stuttered whine in response, but it was more than okay to her. Just like instinct, one hand snaked to her clit, rubbing her small pearl of nerves in quickening circles. Her own breath got stuck in her throat as her pussy clamped down on his cock, rocking her hips wildly as she chased her orgasm. “Fuck, baby, I’m coming, shit-”
Her head fell on his shoulder as she came, riding out her orgasm like a bitch in heat. As she fell apart on his cock, Carter pulled out of her with a low whine, jerking himself quickly before spurting milky white come onto Y/N’s stomach. The liquid dripped through his fingers and onto the red panties, which needed to be discarded with how dirty it was.
When their breathing started to slow down from their highs, Carter snatched a few tissues from the table next to him, wiping his come off of her stomach and cleaning the sickness from between her thighs. It was a rhythmic routine to clean up afterwards, one they’d done a hundred times over. She removed the cock ring from his softening length (which he was sad to see go, unfortunately), and he helped her panties up her own legs. Once she had her dress back on, wrinkled but safe from any product over their fuck on the couch, she walked, limping slightly, over to the pristine white cabinets on the side of the room.
Carter watched her, pulling at different handles, seemingly searching for something, as confusion came over his senses. They were at the Lotte New York Palace, that much he knew, but how’d she have a room near the event space? He’d been so hazy from his orgasm at the dinner table- oh, yes, that sounded much worse when he was sober- that he hadn’t given a second thought to where they were.
But his questions were answered when Y/N sauntered over with a pair of clean Hugo Boss briefs and his mint green silk night pants. He was very particular about his nightwear.
“You knew this was gonna happen, didn’t you? That I was gonna blow my load at the table,” Carter accused.
Y/N winced at his choice of words before chuckling, motioning for him to help her with adjusting her hair, which he did with a small groan. “You never behave, I think both of us knew you’d be overly sensitive with the toy. Still embarrassed your family at the table though, Carter, your mom was beyond pissed.”
“Well,” he shrugged, lifting himself from the couch to put the briefs on, along with the silk pajama pants she’d provided him, “I’ll deal with her later. What time is it?”
Y/N grabbed her phone from her colorblock Coach clutch, reading through her notifications before answering. “Ten minutes ‘til nine. You wanna hit up the bar at The Empire?”
“‘Course, lemme grab a new shirt,” he grabbed his own phone from the side table, but not before smirking, “mistress.”
Though she’d never admit it, her cheeks heated up at the power-fueled name, picking up and throwing her panties at his face again. “I’m leaving without you, asshole.”
His disgusted groans trailed behind her as she left the room, ready to repeat the events taken place in the hotel room at the gala in Berlin the next night.
