Just a short fic about how jealousy had you end up riding his shoe like the bitch you were.
The dim light of the guest room cast long shadows across the polished floorboards, the air thick with the scent of aged whiskey and his cologne. He lounged in the leather chair, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee. His hand, large and calloused from years of breaking things and bones, clamped the back of your skull and forced your cheek hard against the taut muscle of his thigh. The fabric of his trousers was rough against your flushed skin.
Apparently, you thought it was a bright idea to rile him up by flirting with other men. Oh how sultry you were to confine a funny story to them and laugh without him knowing what the jest was.
His fingers twisted deeper into your hair, yanking until your scalp burned, roots pulling like live wires. “Look at you,” he cooed. “On your knees where you belong.” Your bare cunt hovered just above the gleaming toe of his Italian leather shoe. Black and mirror-shined, the kind that cost more than most people made in a month. The shoes that he would wear whenever he attended this cult of a party. A single drop of your arousal clung to your swollen lips before it fell against the leather. Another followed. Then another. You were soaked, embarrassingly so, the slick evidence of your body’s betrayal glistening in the low light.
His lip curled. “Go on, then,” he sneered, shoving your head down harder until your nose brushed the crease of his trousers. “Get yourself off like the bitch in heat you are.”
You hesitated. A flicker of defiance flared in your chest but it died the moment his grip tightened.
Move, or I’ll make you.
Your hips twitched involuntarily, thighs trembling. Slowly and shamefully, you lowered yourself until your dripping folds pressed flush against the leather. The first grind was tentative. A shallow roll of your hips, testing. The texture was wrong. Too smooth, too hard; but the friction sparked anyway, a jolt straight to your clit. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper. He chuckled at the sound. “That’s it. Pretend you don’t want it. We both know you’re lying.”
Your breath hitched. Another grind, this one deeper and harder. The leather warmed beneath you, slick with your wetness now, the obscene sound of it filling the room. Your hands braced against his knee for leverage, nails digging into the fabric as you began to move in earnest.
Up and down. Back and forth. Chasing the pressure, the burn, the filthy wrongness of it.
“Faster,” he ordered, voice sharp as a whip. His free hand came down to grip your jaw, forcing your face up so he could watch. “I want to see that pretty mouth fall open when you break.”
Your rhythm faltered, then surged. Hips rolling desperately now, clit dragging over the ridge of his shoe with every thrust. The humiliation fueled it. His sneer, the way he watched like you were nothing, the wet schlick of your cunt smearing across his pristine leather. Your thighs shook violently. Your back arched while a broken moan spilled from your throat.
“Please—” you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for.
His eyes glinted. “No.”
That single word shattered you. Your body seized, cunt clenching hard around nothing as you came with a choked cry, squirting in messy, forceful pulses that soaked his shoe; dripped down the sides, pooled beneath your knees. The leather glistened, utterly ruined. He released your hair only to step on your head, smearing your face against the wet mess you’d made, grinding your cheek into it.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice laced with mock praise. “Now lick it clean.”
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This silly kitty has managed to squeeze into a box which is almost the right size, but not quite big enough. But they don’t mind, bc as long as they fit even just a little bit, they will, in fact, sits.
P.s., I love when cats try and fit into boxes which aren’t quite big enough for them 😭 so cute and silly and so very precious <333
i don't know if non-uk people are aware, but imgur just got banned in the uk which means if you use imgur to host images you have on your website (instead of hosting them directly in your neocoties files or on an altnerative image hosting site like catbox) people in the uk can't see your site properly. every image hosted on imgur is replaced with a big purple box that says "content not viewable in your region".
so a heads up that if you are a uk webmaster and use imgur… you yourself won't be able to view your own site (possibly a vpn could get you around this but vpns cost money, there are free ones but i've heard not good things about free vpns). and if your not webmaster outside of the uk just a heads up if you use imgur visitors from the uk won't be able to properly see your site (or at least the images on it) anymore. until... whenever, if ever, imgur is unbanned.
(and to clarify, from my understanding, it seems the uk government was going to ban imgur but imgur decided to remove itself from the uk first so it's more that imgur has blocked all uk people from using the site and viewing images hosted on it, rather than the uk banning it.)
here's an example i just came across, this is poemdoll.neocities.org/
how it looks if your not in the uk (image courtesy of discord's embedded image that shows up when you share a link)
and what it looks like now, to me, in the uk, because poemdoll hosts their images on imgur
for alternative image hosting i personally upload images directly to neocities and host from my neocities files, but catbox.moe is an alternative i've seen many webmasters use
edit: been told that catbox is also blocked in the uk, and it does say that on their faq page... but idk if that's true? idk i can access catbox and files other people hosted on catbox in the uk without using a vpn.
