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Unraveling - part iii - Eddie Munson

After a night of surprising events, you have to face Eddie at work - or should you say, he has to face you .

CW: 6.7k words , 18+++ , Sub/dom dynamic, fem reader, angsty, subby reader, dom!Eddie, Daddy!Dom Eddie, spanking, punishment, slight degradation, and maybe even a little bit of fluff. (Let me know if i missed anything!)

AN: Part three baby! Thank you so much for all of the positive feedback on this series so far, I appreciate so so so much. This dynamic is so close to me, so be gentle. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. And there will be more to come <3 Vi

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You groan, the sound of dogs barking disturbing your very peaceful slumber. You roll over, trying to block out the sound, only to hit someone in the back.

Eddie. Wait-

Eddie you’re at Eddie’s. You fell asleep at Eddie’s after -

Oh fuck.

You sit up quickly, finally reorienting yourself to your surroundings. You can barely see sunlight peaking through the dark curtains in the corner of the room. What time is it?

You look to Eddie’s side of the bed, finding a blinking digital clock. 11:07AM.

“Shit . shit shit shit shit,” you exclaim, rushing out of the bed.

“hmm?” A sleepy Eddie mumbles, rolling over to your now empty side of the bed.

“Where you go?” He mutters, heavy eyelids half open as his outstretched arm searches for you. But you’re already up and on the move. You’re searching for your pants among the mess of discarded clothes on the floor.

“Fuck-“ You run a hand through your tangled hair, finding all of your belongings except your shorts.

“Eddie,” you shake the boy. “Eddie!” you shake him harder. Of course he sleeps like a fucking rock. He opens one eye at you and a smile creeps on to his handsome, sleepy face. “Hii,” he greets you, reaching an arm out to try and pull you back into bed.

“God dammit,” you throw his arm off of you. “No - no Eddie where are my shorts?”

He points languidly toward the stool by the messy desk. You nearly sprint over, finding the shorts among his discarded jacket from the night before. The night before… You stop in your tracks, looking at the slowly awakening boy. He’s rubbing his eyes, his hair messy. He feigns the picture of innocence in his half awake state, yet your mind reels with his actions from last night.

“Yes what?” he taunts.

“Yes D-Daddy” you whisper back. “That’s it,” he smiles.

Only his voice stirs you from the image- “Leaving so soon?” he grumbles, his voice ragged and gravely from sleep.

“I’m already almost an hour late for work,” you explain, throwing your shorts on and picking up your bag.

Eddie chuckles. “Oh. Oops?” he laughs, much to your dismay. You roll your eyes and make your way toward his bedroom door, shoes in hand.

“Not funny Eddie,” you reply, hopping to try and slip on your Reeboks.

“kiiind of funny sweetheart,” he smiles, eyeing your body shamelessly. You ignore him as best you can, but one peek towards him shows the tent he’s sporting under his boxers, barely covered by a thin sheet. You start to heat up instantly, remembering your attempt at touching him last night.

He clears his throat, drawing your attention back to his eyes as you slip on the other shoe. “I’ll be in to work in a few hours,” he says casually, head falling back on the pillows.

“Y-you work today?” You stutter, your heart skipping.

“mmhhmm, can’t wait,” he mumbles.

You pause at his door, searching for a way to clear the air from last night before having to work together again -

“It’s not weird if you don’t make it weird,” He sighs, predicting your overthinking brain that was already in high gear. "Go,” He commands. You release the breath you were holding and slip out of the room with a quick “bye”, not even waiting to hear if he responds. You rush your way through the quiet trailer and out the door, down the two steps and into your car, the events of last night playing in your head as your steps are retraced.

“Focus,” you mutter to yourself as you start your engine. “focus.”

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Work has never felt so fucking tedious. Typically the ebb and flow of customers would keep your busy mind at bay, the sound of the espresso machine lulling your thoughts. But not today. Today all you could think about was how Eddie was going to walk through the door any minute as your other coworker would clock out, and you’d be left alone with him again.

Last night’s actions aren’t something you regret. In fact, they’re quite the opposite. You can’t remember the last time that messing around with a partner has made you feel so…alive. You haven’t felt that challenged, yet attended to, ever. It was exciting and addicting, and you haven’t even been able to touch himyet.

A part of you wants to make him feel as squirmy and small and demeaned as you did. You want your mouth and hands to weaken his gusto, but a part of you knows it likely won’t happen. You don’t even know when - if - he’ll let you touch him. And that’s just ridiculous. What man won’t let you touch him? Especially when you were already so vulnerable, like putty in his hands..

But that’s what makes Eddie so different than anyone you’ve been with before. He seems to be figuring you out rather than just rushing to receive pleasure. He’s learning how you work, just as you’re trying to figure out how he does. It’s a delicate game of chess, though there may not ever necessarily be a winner (though you definitely felt you were after how hard you came last night).

You sigh, taking a sip of your second cappuccino of the day, the warm liquid coating your insides.

Your coworker comes up next to you, bumping your hip with hers. “You good? I would stay until Eddie gets in but I really have to get to class,” she explains, her bag already on her back as she starts to edge her way out of the store. You give her a weak smile. “I’ll survive. He should be here soon.”

“You’re the best. See ya,” she smiles, running out of the store without hesitation. You turn your attention back to your coffee. Where was Eddie? He was supposed to be in fifteen minutes ago. You know he wasn’t doing anything important - he seemed set on sleeping until his shift started when you left a few hours ago. Whatever. It’s Eddie, it’s not atypical of him to be late to a shift. And it’s not like you thought his behavior would change just because you guys started messing around.

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“You’re late,” you say, barely looking up from your book as Eddie saunters past you to clock in in the back.

“So were you,” he calls out, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. You ignore him and focus back on your book and the subtle instrumental music playing over the speakers of the store. It’s not busy, just one of your regulars sitting in the corner, playing sudoku by himself like he always does until about an hour before you close.

Eddie comes out from the back and pulls up the stool next to yours. He looks around the store theatrically, “Looks like the store didn’t burn down in the extra hour I slept. Seems like you survived.” He pokes your head, “You are alive, right?”

You keep your attention on your book, even though you’ve re-read the past sentence four times because you’re being distracted. “Just when I thought you couldn’t getmore insufferable,” you mutter. He shrugs and goes to the espresso machine to make himself a drink.

When he walks away you finally allow your eyes to peel up and take him in. He’s dressed in his usual black attire, but fuck if he doesn’t look good. You doubt he even took the time to shower before coming in, and part of you is itching to stand close enough to get a whiff of the same scent you got last night, your senses desiring to be close to him again.

“Picture lasts longer sweetheart,” He calls over his shoulder, shooting you a glance as you try and quickly avert your gaze.

You huff and put your book down, walking over to him. Standing next to him reminds you how much height he has over you, and it makes your chest tighten.

You look up at him through squinted eyes. “You didn’t even bother to shower?” You remark in an attempt to throw him off his guard. He sets the small espresso shot cup on the machine, and turns to face you, leaning his hip on the counter. “I can still see the mascara on your face that I nearly made you cry off,” he retorts, quiet enough for only you to hear.

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Cry? You can’t make me cry,” you emphasize, honestly even appalled at the thought. Crying? From sex? With Eddie? That has to be a joke.

“Hm,” He shrugs. “Fuck around and find out,” he challenges, taking a sip straight from the espresso shot glass.

You grimace at his action. “You can’t drink from that, it’s unsanitary.” He looks at you wide eyed, then repeats his action, sipping from the glass until it’s empty. He sets the empty glass on the counter and slides it toward you. “Then go clean it,” he suggests, turning back to pull another shot for himself from the machine.

“You go clean it,” you challenge, sliding the glass back toward him. You turn around to go back to your book at the register, tired of dealing with his cockiness, and honestly just tired from your lack of sleep in general. But before you get far, you feel a calloused hand grab your arm and turn you back around.

“I wasn’t asking,” Eddie says, his voice low, holding out the empty glass. “Let go,” you whisper through gritted teeth, eyes flitting around the store, worried someone will see what he’s doing.

His grip on your arm only tightens as he holds the glass in front of you. His eyebrows raise as his gaze darts from you to the glass, waiting for you to take it from him. But you don’t, your jaw tightens. You inhale deeply, waiting…hoping he’ll break. But he doesn’t. “Take the glass, and go clean it,” He repeats, his voice quiet and clipped. He presses the glass into your hand, forcing you to take it or it would fall on the floor and shatter.

You feel as though your brain glitches at his words and tone. There’s no room for arguing in his command, and your resistance is only making his glare worse. You grip the glass tightly and rip your arm from his hold before turning and marching toward the back sink. You want to throw it, throw the glass and shatter it just to prove a point and show him he can’t tell you what to do.

But you don’t. You can’t. You can’t let him win by pissing you off like that, making you lose control. So you wash the stupid fucking glass, slowly but surely. You take your time, not caring if he’s out manning the store alone. You try to regain control of your breathing, evening it out so as not to appear so bothered by his command.

You said you could do this. You could mess around with him and still work together, right?

That was, until he made you call him Daddy and made you cum harder than anyone else has just by using his fingers.

You sigh. Yeah. Maybe working together would prove to be a little more difficult than you thought. But if he wants to play this game, so can you.

You dry off the small glass and take it back out to the front, holding it up as a presentation before Eddie as he takes a sip of his drink from a proper cup. You set the glass down in front of him and give him a cheap smile, lips pursed together in annoyance.

“See, wasn’t that hard was it?” He patronizes you, and you feel as though your blood is fucking boiling. Your hands are flexing in and out of fists at your sides. “Thank you sweetheart,” he smiles.

You take a step closer to him, bodies almost touching. He looks down at you curiously, but doesn’t back up. “You’re welcome,” you smile back, copying his expression. But then you lean up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear - “Daddy”.

He nearly chokes on his drink as you turn around and walk away from him. You can’t see it with your back turned, but the curly haired boy’s eyes narrowed at you. His eyes darkened. His jaw tensed. He had to hold himself back, exercise control over himself to resist reacting to your little show. He huffed through his nose and went back to staring at the espresso machine, his mind racing with all of the ways he wanted to tame your bratty ass.

Much to your dismay, the rest of the shift dragged on. After your small scheme against Eddie, a flip seemed to have switched. His usually playful, condescending, challenging self turned quiet and dark. Each time he passed you, you wished you had something to say, wished he would comment something about what you’re reading or how you’re sitting. But instead - silence. Heavy, loud, silence.

It wasn’t until you started putting chairs on tables, closing up shop for the night, that you broke the silence yourself. “Thought you said it wouldn’t be weird,” you say as you pass the boy to wipe a table down.

“It’s not,” he says stoically.

“Yeah that’s convincing,” you reply, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You huff as you move to the next table, annoyed that your banter and fun was stopped. You thought he wanted to play with you, and if he couldn’t handle it why did he start commanding you to do shit in the first place?

“I recommend you shut your mouth before you get yourself into more trouble,” he suggests, his tone unwavering.

“Trouble?” You question, eyebrows raised, not convinced of the word.

He puts the last chair up on the table, his forearms prominent under his rolled up sleeves. You could see the way his veins stood out in his arms and hands, even under the tattoos. The sight made your stomach flutter, your thighs tighten. “Yes. Trouble,” he confirms without elaborating. He passes by you to finish sweeping the rest of the store as you stand in your own confusion. He looks at you, your eyebrows knitted together, searching for the words to combat him with.

“Finish closing. You’ll find out after,” he says, then walks toward the back, making it known that he isn’t explaining anything else. You drop your shoulders, tensed from anticipation, and go back to cleaning.

Eddie resumes his usual spot in the back, doing dishes as you remain up front to count money and put it away. “Lock up then meet me at my van,” he says as he passes you, not looking or waiting for a confirmation from you as he walks straight out the door, leaving you to close up alone. He typically finishes before you but he never just leaves you alone to lock up. You go to speak, to call out to him, but the door is already shut - there’s no point.

You finish counting up and go to turn off the lights. Honestly, it’s kind of irritating that he would walk out on you like that. Not only is it not very safe, but it’s plain rude, “trouble” or not. But you’re tired and your will to fight is diminishing as you walk to lock up the door.

Leaving the store into the dark night always gives you a little bit of the creeps, but walking toward the car park, seeing Eddie wait outside his van only lit by a faint glow of his cigarette, makes your insides twist even more. You’re nervous. Really nervous. You try to convince yourself you’re excited, but you haven’t seen him like this - so silent and scarily still. It’s like all his energy is focused inward, some sort of control and restraint, and it makes your bones feel like ice.

As you approach him, he barely looks up at you. You stand in front of him, waiting for some sort of scolding or teasing or some condescending talk. Really, you would bear it just to be able to go home and get a good sleep right now.

“Get in the van,” he nods, moving his head in the direction of the passenger side.

Your head tilt in confusion. “In the van?” You ask.

“Did I stutter?” He shoots at you. The words are sharp, the air about him powerful. You don’t argue. At this point, you feel like you know better. You know you could just get in your car and leave if you really wanted to, but your curiosity, and your exhaustion, leads you to follow his command.

You drag your feet to the passenger side of his van and hop in , instantly hit with the smell of cigarettes, a little bit of weed, and…boy. A musky, sort of earthy scent that isn’t bad, but is so obviously male. You sigh into the seat, turning toward the driver side and lifting your legs up so your head can rest on your knees, as Eddie gets into the drivers seat. He doesn’t speak as he turns on the engine.

“Wait, we’re going somewhere? But my car-“ you start to argue.

He cuts you off quickly. “I’ll bring you back. It won’t be long.”

Your mouth opens but you bring yourself to close it, biting your lip instead as you stare at Eddie’s profile. His ringed fingers are squeezing the steering wheel tightly as radio static plays in the background. He brings the car onto the road, driving only a minute or two before making a sharp left off the road and toward the trees.

“Woah woah woah, where are we going? What-“

“What’s our safe word?” He interrupts you, shooting a quick glance your way to see your shocked expression. You shake your head quickly, trying to recall through the confusion. “B-Beans,” you stutter, eyes darting everywhere around you before focusing back on Eddie.

“If you want to use it you always can, I’ll turn the car around,” he explains, his voice still tight, his fingers flexing over the wheel as he weaves around a few trees and on some dirt and grass. You breathe, trying to sort through your own thoughts. You trust him, you do. You know he would turn the car around, and if you were really scared you could just kick the door open and run and scream. You’re not far from your own car - just a few minutes.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Eddie putting the car in park. You can barely see through the fog of his headlights, but you’re somewhere near a small lake, surrounded by bushes and trees. Secluded. But still only a few minutes from the main road.

You look back at Eddie, your eyes wide as you try to read him. His breathing is heavy as he looks at your expression, waiting for you to say the word and he’ll turn the car around. He waits and waits…

But you never say it. You just keep looking at him expectantly. His gaze makes you feel small. Feeling trapped out here with him, in his car, makes you feel vulnerable in a similar way to last night. Your core clenches at the thought of what he may be planning to do.

He tilts his head, as if asking if you’re going to use your safe word before he continues, but you don’t. He shrugs.

“Get in the back.”

Your shift to look at the back of the van. It was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight and the time clock on the radio. You could vaguely make out what looked like some blankets, maybe an acoustic guitar, and some sort of amp. You look back to Eddie, your worried eyes asking if he is serious.

“Now,” He demands.

You start to move slowly, climbing over the center console, close to Eddie but not close enough to touch. The air in the van is thick, and as you move from the passenger seat toward the back, it feels like crossing a portal to a different realm. You mimic your posture from before, knees curled up to your chest as you sit on the blanket, eyes looking at Eddie expectantly. His neck is craned, looking back at you as you sit there innocently, and you may not realize it, but his dick twitches in his pants at the sight.

He turns the engine off and locks the car doors, shoving the keys in his pocket as he maneuvers his way past the console and toward you in the back. You inch backwards, leaving room for him to join you. He sits on his knees facing you, a position that leaves his body taller than yours, his frame shadowing yours in the light.

Your breathing is shallow as you await his move, unsure of what’s to come. He reaches his hand up to your face slowly, the rings on his fingers glinting under the moonlight as his fingertips softly graze your cheek, and move to trace the outline of your lips. Your lips part automatically at the sensation, your eyes wide as you stare at him. His face is barely readable in the dim light, but he looks mesmerized, his jaw less tense than before, his touch softer than you expected. His bottom lip is between his teeth, and if you didn’t know better, it seemed as though he too was holding his breath.

He continues to trace your bottom lip, letting it squish slightly under his fingertips. “You look so innocent like this sweetheart,” he says, his voice barely louder than a whisper. His gentle tone makes your insides melt, already starting to drop you down into that fuzzy space that’s becoming all too familiar in the presence of Eddie.

“But you were being so naughty earlier…” He trails off, his finger leaving your mouth and tracing down your throat. You let out a small whine at the loss of gentle contact, and find yourself leaning to give him more access to your neck.

“Naughty?” You repeat, your voice coming out as a weak whisper, a pitch higher than your normal speaking voice, but one that you’re becoming used to in these situations.

“Mmhmmm,” he hums, his fingers dancing delicately along the column of your throat. “Back in the store, you called me something, didn’t you?” He asks.

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. Judging by his smirk, you think Eddie could feel the pounding in the vein on your throat. The silence lingers as he awaits your answer to the posed question.

“Yes I did,” you respond meekly. His hand trails back up to just under your chin, pushing it up so your face is tilted upwards toward his. He leans closer to you, face only inches away from your own. Pink lips so close you felt you could practically taste the cigarettes on them…

“And what was it you called me, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice taunting you in a sickeningly sweet way, luring you in only to trap you in the end.

You inhale sharply as his finger presses harder to the under side of your chin.

“Daddy,” you whisper.

He drops his hand at your admission, leaving you wanting to be touched more, and leans back away from you. You instinctively lean forward some, trying to re-close the gap he left, but catch yourself before it’s too obvious.

“And do you think it ’s smart to use an honorific like that in public? At work?” He patronizes you.

Your head starts to drop in shame, the guilt starting to take over as you look at your hands around your knees. You feel so small from how he talks to you. So guilty over one silly word you said.

“N-no Daddy,” you whisper, voice evading you as you try to understand the weight of what you did.

“A good girl wouldn’t do that, would she?” He taunts.

“No Daddy,” you repeat, pushing your eyes closed in shame.

He hums at your response. “So that would make you a bad girl, wouldn’t it?”

The thought has you recoiling, wanting to take back what you’ve done. “No. No I’m not bad I was just messing around and-“

Eddie grabs your face harshly, squishing you by your cheeks so you can’t speak. “Ah Ah. You knew what you were doing in the store” he challenges. “You were being bad and you were doing it on purpose because you thought you could get away with it.” You can only briefly nod in response.

“But you can’t,” he smirks. His grip on your face is hard and the proximity of his face is daunting. “I know how little brats like you work. And I know just how to get the brat out of you.”

You gulp. Your face is flushed and you feel like your thighs are practically twitching trying to rub together from all of the buildup. Eddie pushes your face back, releasing it as he goes to sit down fully, his back leaning up against the van. He bends his knees slightly, creating a slightly elevated lap space with his thighs. “Come here,” he motions to you. Your only way of reaching him without being too clumsy in the tight space is by crawling a quick few spaces on all fours until you are sitting perpendicular to his lap.

His hand snakes up your back until it grabs a fistful of your hair, tightly, making you wince. He pulls hard again, making a quick gasp leave your lips. Then he forces you so your waist is over his thighs, face hovering slightly over the blanket on the floor of the van as your ass is propped up over him.

“I,” he starts, taking his free hand to quickly pull your shorts down to your mid thigh without warning. “Am going to give you your first punishment.” He uses that same free hand to knead circles on your now exposed ass. The position is so compromising and you swear you’ve never felt so small and exposed in your entire life. His grip on your hair makes it difficult to move, and the way he has your hips slightly elevated makes squirming against him even more uncomfortable than just staying still.

“I’m going to spank you,” he explains, his hand gripping the fleshy skin on your ass. “And after every one, you’re going to count and say ‘Thank you Daddy’. Do you understand?”

If he could see it, he would know how red your face is. You can barely form a thought, never mind try and choke out words to respond to the situation you’ve now found yourself in.

A hand comes down hard on your underwear clad ass, rings and a rough palm leaving a burning stinging sensation that makes you yelp in both surprise and pain. But it only lasts a few seconds before you find yourself growing wet between your thighs.

“I said, do you understand?” He asks again, his voice tough, his teeth gritted.

“Y-yes yes Daddy I understand,” you respond, your voice wavering from both pain and pleasure.

SMACK. The sound reverberates through the empty van as another hard blow lands on your ass. “O-one. Th-fuck , thank you Daddy,” you rush out, trying to keep it together despite the deep stinging on your back side. The grip on your hair tightens as he places another blow.

“Oh my- I - T-two . Thank you Daddy,” you rush out again, writhing against his thighs as you try to relieve some of the burning sensation. But Eddie is quick, and drops his hold on your hair to press down hard on your back, stilling you in place.

“Good. Take your punishment like a good little slut,” Eddie praises you , and the words go straight through you, making both your brain and body feel like mush. You can’t believe you’re here, doing this with him. You can’t believe you’re really over Eddie’s knee in the back of his van all because you Called him -

SMACK. “THRee. Fuck Thank you DAddy,” you repeat, your voice raising as your thoughts are interrupted. He lands two more blows in succession quickly, one harder than the other. You count out and thank him again. You feel your muscles tensing as you try to both adjust to and anticipate the pain as it comes. Your back goes tight, your thighs squirming slightly, and your core squeezing around nothing.

Another hit, this one the hardest yet, it has you yelping and trying to shoot forward out of his grip, but his hands are strong and you have absolutely nowhere to run. “S-six. Thank you Daddy,” you choke out, your words coming out almost like a sob as you try to ignore the pain.

“Four more. You’re doing well sweetheart,” Eddie encourages you, his voice slightly softer than before. And you think it’s innocent and almost sweet at first, the way he kind of seems worried about you, but that’s gone in an instant as his fingers wrap around your panties and pull them down to join your shorts at your knees. You can feel his dick harden under his jeans.

He rubs soothing circles on your now completely bare ass. “Why are you getting punished?” He asks.

You sigh, grateful for a moment of reprieve from the pain. “Because …” you start, letting your mind feel hazy and fuzzy at his soothing touch, the adrenaline of the situation making your whole body feel like it’s buzzing.

“Because why? Finish” He encourages you.

You groan slightly, trying to form words through the fog in your brain. “Because I- I called you Daddy at work,” you whine, embarrassed to say it out loud. It sounds so stupid and childish to have done, especially now that you’re over his knee for it.

“Mmhmm, and is that where you should use that title?” Eddie asks, his soothing circles turning into grippy kneading, and you swear you could feel him slightly grind his groin up into your waist.

“No Daddy,” you sigh, starting to enjoy the feeling.

“Where should you use that title?” He asks, his voice low.

You can’t help but smirk to yourself, the little devil coming out to play. “When you play with me Daddy,” you smile.

“That’s right baby. When we’re alone and Daddy plays with you,” he repeats. “Now count.”

He lands an incredibly hard hit to your ass, harder than any of the previous ones. And, much to your own surprise, you moan at the sensation. You fucking moan. Eddie chuckles, his free hand finding your hair again, gripping it to pull your head up to make eye contact with him.

“Aww, you’re a little pain slut aren’t you?” He mocks, his tongue slightly poking out of his slick pink lips.

You giggle slightly at the words. “Mayyybe,” you play, instinctively arching your back so your ass sticks up more in the air.

Eddie smacks you again, hard. And you moan again even louder.

“What number baby?” Eddie asks, and your mind freezes. You completely blanked. What number were you on? Fuck. Think think think…

“Uh, I - I don’t know,” you panic.

Eddie shrugs. “Looks like I have to start all over. Poor girl can’t even count right because her brain is all foggy from getting hit,” Eddie taunts you. Your eyes start brim with a few small tears. Starting all over? But you were doing so good and-

SMACK.

“O-one. Thank you Daddy,” you whine, the pleasure mixing with pain and embarrassment. It’s all so much you feel like if he so much as swiped at your core you could cum from his touch.

He kisses the top of your head quickly before landing one, two, three, quick and hard smacks to your ass. You count four and thank him again, a whine, or was it a moan? Leaving your lips. You couldn’t tell at this point.

Another two smacks, hard as fuck and to the tops of your thighs. So sensitive, so painful. So fucking hot. You count out loud again, thanking him and nuzzling your teary face into the side of his legs.

You can absolutely feel him grinding his middle into you now.

One, two, three, more hard hits to your ass, which you’re nearly positive is going to be bruised at this point. You choke out “nine. Thank you Daddy,” as he soothingly rubs over the skin. He kisses the small of your back quickly.

“One more baby, you’re doing so well for me. Taking your punishment so well,” he coos, soothing the red hot skin of your ass with his finger tips.

“Thank you Daddy,” you mumble without even thinking. You’re so far gone at this point, no thoughts in your head, just the almost numb, pleasure filled feeling of your ass stinging, and Eddie’s hard clothed dick pressing into your middle.

One more, you think. Just one more. But what he does isn’t what you expect.

He lands a quick, stingy slap to your bare cunt, and it has you yelping in pain, lurching forward as he catches you, preventing you from hitting your head. You can’t help the small sob that comes from your chest, the pain so bad yet so good, your cunt throbbing, your brain melted, your ass red. You’re a mess. “Ten. Thank you Daddy,” you whisper weakly through the tears.

“Aw baby,” he responds, your messy teary face tugging at his heart. He grabs you and turns you over, ass still bare, as he cradles you on his lap. He kisses your head and your cheeks repeatedly as he gently rocks you side to side. He wipes your tears as they come to a stop, and kisses just under your eyes, making you giggle slightly at the odd sensation. He smiles back at you, pressing you so your head is firm against his chest as he continues to rock you both back and forth.

You focus on the beating of his heart as you lay against his chest. Your weak body is fully enclosed by his arms, trapped on his lap by his legs, and you feel as though you have absolutely, fully let go. You feel weak but safe, and so little and small. “I sorry,” you mumble into his chest, a small hand fisting at his shirt.

“What baby?” He asks, looking down at your red face.

“I’m sorry for calling you Daddy at the store,” you say, your voice weak and laced with shame as you look up at him through wet eyes. His heart aches seeing you so sad.

“It’s okay baby. Thank you for apologizing, but it’s okay now right? You learned and now it’s okay,” he shushes you, pressing your head back up into him as he kisses the top of it again. You take a deep breath, the first one you’ve had in a while, and inhale that sweet scent that is Eddie, and let yourself exhale fully, resting comfortably on his chest.

A silence falls over you two, but it’s comfortable. The air isn’t as thick, in fact, it’s almost soft. Like you’re in a warm blanket, comfort all around you. You can faintly make out the quiet hum of Eddie singing an unfamiliar song as he runs his hand through your hair. The exhaustion finally hits you then, as though your mind finally catches up with your body, and your heavy eyes start to flutter closed. You try to keep them open, a small tinge of guilt invading your thoughts about if Eddie is comfortable or not, but the sleep starts to take over. You glance one last look up at the boy, and your heart skips as you see him already looking down gently at you. Then you stop resisting, and let your eyes close…

-

“Hey sweetheart,” you feel a stirring around you. You pull your head from Eddie’s chest, a small amount of drool attached to your chin. “Hmm?” You wonder, slightly disoriented from your sleepy daze.

“Let me drive you back okay? Feel okay?” He asks as you start to wake up. You stretch slightly, uncurling from your balled up position on his lap and moving to sit on your knees, taking your weight off of him.

“Yes please,” you smile lazily. You’re still a little sleepy as you wrap your arms around his neck and he chuckles at your cuteness. “C’mon sleepy girl, up to the front,” he urges you, pushing you slightly on your low back to move your toward the passenger seat.

You move languidly, tugging your underwear and shorts back up around your hips as you plop down into the passenger seat. You rub your eyes, no idea what time it could possibly be, and watch Eddie as he plops himself next to you on the driver’s side.

“Thank you,” you mumble, your head leaning against the back of the chair as he starts the van’s engine.

He glances quickly at you as he starts to slowly reverse the car back out from the woods. “For what sweetheart?”

“I dunno,” you answer honestly, looking out the window at the dark trees passing. “For this,” you say after a moment, hoping he knows what you mean. But he doesn’t respond until you’re back on the main road, the dim streetlights making you squint your eyes.

He rests a hand on your knee, drawing your attention back to him. “Thank you,” he says softly, his brown eyes like saucers as they glance toward you. A small smile paints your face at his words, and your put your hand on top of his on your leg.

Because, whatever this may be, it’s lovely. And safe. Safer than you’ve felt with another person in a long time. And though the stinging on your ass is definitely apparent as you shift in the van seat, you feel comfortable and calm. Like your brain has sort of been reset in some way.

It isn’t long before Eddie pulls into the car park of the coffee shop and parks next to your car. He looks over at you, and your breath hitches.

Suddenly you feel like a teenager again. You look at his brown eyes and see as they glance from your eyes to your lips, making your heart flutter. You two haven’t kissed. Despite it all, you haven’t let your lips meet. And you know he’s thinking it too, feeling the tension in the space between you both. It feels like a bigger deal than the rest of the things you have done together - as if a kiss on the lips is more intimate than fingering or spanking.

Your eyes find his again and you exhale, realizing you had leaned forward slightly, and decide to lean back into the seat and undo your seatbelt. He leans back as well.

You grab your bag from the floor by your feet and open the door.

“Goodnight Eddie,” you say, stepping out of the van.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he replies, his voice soft and sweet. You hesitate before shutting the door, wanting to say more, wanting to him to say more, but nothing comes out. So you offer him a small smile and close it, turning away before the moment is too far lost.

He waits for you to get in your car and start the engine - both of you sit in your own worlds for a short moment. You glance at him and see he mimics your exact position, one hand on the wheel as he stares into space, the other hand touching his lips. You look back at your dashboard quickly in fear of being caught, and put your car in reverse.

As you back out, you cast one last look at the curly haired boy, and meet his eyes as he pulls his bottom lip with his fingers. It’s a quick glance, but it leaves an image that burns in your brain the entire ride home, and stays there as you lay in bed that night, touching yourself to the events of earlier in the evening.

As you fall asleep for the second time that evening, you have no doubt you’ll dream of Eddie, and a small part of you hopes that he’ll be dreaming of you, too.

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