So Much For A Merry Christmas
This is a M!Bailey x AFAB!Reader, so I'm sorry to all my gay x gn readers. I just couldn't make it work without explicitly describing the parts. ;-;
But here's a (belated) Christmas fic for my beloved (derogatory) caretaker.
TW (can I still use that??) for n*ncon, possibly d*bcon, b*ndage, brief blood mention, and uhhhh just Bailey. I think that's it? Please let me know if there's anything else to add.
Edit: TW NTR , I'm still not entirely sure I understand what that is but i apologize for not properly tagging!
“I’m not so sure about this, Alice,” you say as she ties the last knot around your wrist. She gives you a sardonic look.
“Are you seriously going to say that now? After I just spent all this time tying you up?”
You press your lips together, trying to hold in the slightly unhinged laughter bubbling in your chest. Okay, so you may be panicking a little, but who wouldn’t? “I… Can see your point.”
You had been struggling all month with what to get Robin for Christmas, and you had stated as much to Alice. After telling her what Robin did for you last year, (blushing profusely the entire time), she helped you come up with something equally as good.
So here you are in your room at the orphanage, arms tied at the elbows behind your back, wrists bound together, legs spread, thighs and ankles strapped. You wonder how he’ll react, and you hope he likes it.
“Okay! Time for the pièces de résistance.” You gulp when she pulls out the ball gag; this is way out of your comfort zone with sex. You hear her tut and catch her eye. “Don’t be afraid. This is the most romantic way to show how much trust you have in him. Now, open up.”
You have no choice but to comply; the silicone is uncomfortable, but not painful. You can feel the saliva in your mouth already starting to build. Alice gives you a warm smile, eyes shining as they rake over your naked body. You try to shift, the action proving difficult by the ropes.
You startle when she kisses your hair. A soft fabric cuts off your view from the room, the blindfold a last minute idea to increase the intensity of the situation. “You look great, he’s going to love it. I’ve got to go now, good luck!”
You grunt, the ball gag in your way of forming a proper response. The door opens and closes, leaving you alone to your thoughts. With your sense of sight taken away, everything seems much louder; your breathing, the furnace rumbling in the corner, each footstep outside of your door.
The latter makes your heart race. Anyone of those could be Robin, visiting your room at your behest via a note on his bed.
When your door does finally squeak open, you begin to shake. Nerves, excitement, fear? Who knows. All you’re aware of is the unbearable silence surrounding you both.
Then he moves closer, door closing and locking behind him. Thank you, thank you so much Robin, you think, entirely forgetting about the fact that anyone could walk in on you two.
You jump when his cold hand connects with your stomach, just under your belly button. Your breathing becomes ragged, his fingertips gliding up your sternum, circling featherlight over first your left, then your right nipple. Your back arches at that, a moan finding its way from your mouth.
He continues like that, lightly brushing your nipples, giving them just enough attention to make them stand on edge, but not enough to give you the relief you desire. A groan of frustration leaves you, making you squirm desperately. You have to admit you’re surprised with his restraint. Usually he can’t keep his hands off of you when he’s turned on.
The bed underneath you dips, the warmth of his breath caressing your shoulder as he leans in. His cheek touches yours and you freeze, stubble scratching you slightly. “Expecting someone, treasure?”
Your breathing stops completely, face heating in embarrassment and horror at Bailey’s words. You squirm harder, trying desperately to cover yourself from his prying eyes. Why hadn’t you and Alice thought of a way to get out??
He chuckles, fingers making their way down until he cups your sex. You gasp, hips bucking forward involuntarily. “So eager already. Did you want me to find you here, tied up like this?” He pinches your clit, rolling the bud in between his skilled fingers. A noise you could never describe escapes you. You don’t even remember to respond that no, you absolutely did not want Bailey to see you like this ever.
He continues shifting between lightly brushing and pinching your sensitive spot, lips connecting with your neck to plant open mouthed kisses. He bites you at the same time he slides a finger in; the sensation is heady, pleasure and pain mixing like a tornado in your groin.
“Fuck, treasure, you’re so wet for me already.” Another finger joins the first, drawing a groan from the both of you. “And so, so tight. Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex before?”
A whimper fills the air, not a confirmation, but not a denial either. That’s fine, Bailey doesn’t need to know. All that matters is how good you’ll feel on his dick when he shoves it into you.
He thrusts his fingers into you slowly, gently preparing you for him. Your mind spins, unable to connect the mean, rough caretaker who has been demanding money from you for years with this man in front of you, touching you gently, almost worshiping.
The whispered praises aren’t doing you any favors either, sending each rational thought you have hurtling into the void. He curls his fingers, and at the same time you feel him kiss your temple. It’s too much, sends you crashing into your orgasm. Your body spasms, the inability to move properly adding to the overwhelming sensation.
You realize you had started to scream as you came down, the sound only muffled by the item invading your mouth. Your breathing is ragged, heart pounding in your ears. Everything touching your skin makes you uncomfortable. You’re overstimulated, you know. You’ve never orgasmed like that before.
Bailey slowly pushes you to your back, your shoulders straining at the awkward position. You whine, knowing what comes next but not sure whether you want it or not. You’re shaking, the room too cold all of a sudden. Bailey pushes your hair behind your ear, shushing you.
“Relax, treasure. It’ll all be over soon enough.” His hands grasp your waist, lining himself up. He gives you no warning when he slams into you, hips connecting roughly with yours. You cry out, tears building at the corners of your eyes. His fingernails dig deeply into you, and you find yourself, briefly, shocked at how sharp they are.
He sets a brutal pace, giving no heed to your comfort with each connection of your bodies. You openly sob now, sure that your arms are about to be dislocated at any moment. You wish you could plead, beg, do anything to try and get him to stop.
You feel his hand grasp your throat, squeeze tight enough to make you see stars. You’re choking now, drool sliding from your mouth to pool under your neck. “You’re squeezing my dick so sweetly. Do you like this? Being treated roughly? Oh fuck, you do, don’t you? I felt you twitch, you dirty little whore.”
Stop, you think, wishing he could hear you. Each slide of his cock inside of you burns, a pleasant fire filling your veins, your lungs. You hate your body, hate how good this feels. And as you grow closer and closer to unconsciousness, so too does your orgasm.
His thumb circles your clit and it brings you to your end. A shrill shriek fills the room, your whole body tingles, spasming, fluttering around Bailey’s cock. The ropes dig painfully into your skin, becoming slick. Oh fuck, you hope you’re not bleeding. How would you ever explain that to Robin?
Tears begin anew as you think of your boyfriend. This is not how your Christmas was supposed to go, your caretaker roughly using your body to get off.
Bailey grunts above you, and his hips stutter. “You’re so good, such a good girl for me treasure. Taking daddy’s cock like this.”
You freeze, well as much as you can as another orgasm shakes through you. Did you really just come to Bailey calling himself ‘daddy’? What the fuck, what the fuck.
He notices too, a moan leaving his lips as he paints your insides white. He fucks you through his orgasm, finally slowing when it subsides. The two of you stay like that, panting, coming down from your highs.
You inhale sharply as he suddenly moves, drawing out of you with a squelch. It makes you sick. Bailey pulls you up, helping to untie your bonds. You pull your legs to your shoulders, arms wrapping around them in an attempt to recover any dignity you have, if there is any left after that.
He doesn’t touch your blindfold, but does help take off the ball gag. Still, neither of you speak, and he doesn’t force you to do anything but sit there.
You don’t want to see him, especially not like this. Not after what he had done to you. You can only nod when he says, “No one hears about this, ever,” and slams the door behind him when he leaves.
You fall to your side, staying in the fetal position on the bed. You can’t believe that just happened, can’t believe that you actually liked it. Self hatred floods you, a cold bucket of ice in your chest.
So much for a Merry Christmas.
