The Director's Cut
Wilbur was supposed to be finishing an edit. He was supposed to be the calm calculated man behind the screen ignoring your bratty attempts to steal his focus but you pushed too hard, teased too much and now the laptop is closed. You wanted his attention? You can have it... all of it. Heāll ruin you, heāll praise you and heāll make sure you know exactly who you belong to. And the best part? The glasses stay on.
Editorbur/Female reader | AO3 link
Tags: Rough s*x, multiple orgasms, orgasm edging, sm*t, aftercare
WC: 9.2k
Editorbur again because hehe :)
The only light in the room came from the harsh flickering blue glow of Wilburās laptop screen, he was propped up against a mountain of pillows looking deceptively relaxed in a pair of dark grey jersey joggers and a thin white cotton shirt that clung to the broad expanse of his shoulders.
His glasses were perched low on the bridge of his nose and he looked so intensely academic, his eyes darting across the video he was editing as he cut and trimmed clips with clinical rhythmic speed that made a mischievous heat prickle under your skin.
You were curled up beside him in a pair of tiny shorts and a cropped white floral tee, you were supposed to be watching a movie but the dialogue was just background noise to the sound of Wilburās fingers flying across the trackpad.
The more he ignored you, the more a restless thrumming ache began to settle deep in your core.
You shifted, sliding closer until your thigh was pressed against his hip then leaned in pressing your nose into the crook of his neck inhaling the scent of cedarwood and laundry detergent.
You let your lips graze his skin, a ghost of a kiss right behind his ear. "Will..." you murmured, your voice vibrating against his skin.
"Mmhmm?" he hummed not even looking away from the screen, his fingers didn't skip a beat as he adjusted an audio level.
"Youāve been staring at that laptop for two hours," you complained, you let your hand wander, your fingertips tracing the hard muscle of his forearm before sliding up to the hem of his shirt. "The movie is almost over and you haven't seen a single frame."
"Iām listening doll," he lied smoothly, his eyes scanning a transition. "The main character just realized his brother betrayed him... Very tragic. Now let me finish this part."
You huffed feeling a surge of stubbornness, you slipped your hand underneath his shirt, your palm flat against the burning warmth of his stomach.
You felt the muscles there ripple and tighten at your touch. "Babe please... aren't you done with your work yet? You're ignoring me."
Wilbur finally paused, his fingers hovering over the keys as he let out a slow patient breath. "No love I'm still working on it, I told you the upload deadline was tight."
He finally spared you a glance, his gaze lingering for a split second on your pouting lips before he refocused on the screen. "Five more minutes... just five. Go back to your show."
"Five minutes is too long," you whispered, your voice dropping into a sultry demanding register. "And I think youāve done enough editing for one night."
Determined to break his iron concentration you sat up, the movement drawing his eye for a heartbeat and with a slow deliberate motion you reached for the hem of your cropped shirt and pulled it over your head tossing it blindly toward the end of the bed.
You sat there in just your shorts and your bra, the cool air making your skin tingle but your eyes were locked on him as his clicking slowed, the rhythm was stuttering now.
"Will," you said, your hand sliding lower, your fingertips grazing the waistband of his joggers. "Look at me."
He didn't want to, you could see the internal struggle in the way his jaw set, a small muscle twitching in his cheek.
Finally, he let out a long heavy sigh and snapped the laptop shut shoving it onto the nightstand with a sound that was more of a growl than a sigh, he turned to face you, his glasses reflecting the dim light as his eyes raked over your exposed skin.
"You are being an incredibly bratty distraction tonight," he rasped, his voice losing its professional edge and dropping into that deep possessive rumble.
"Is it working?" you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you crawled toward him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips.
You moved until you were straddling his lap, your shorts dragging against his joggers. "Because you look like youāre having a very hard time focusing on video clips right now."
He leaned back against the headboard crossing his arms over his chest, though his hands were clenched into fists.
"You think youāre so clever don't you? Stripping down because you can't handle me looking at a screen instead of you for one night."
"I don't think it Will," you whispered, leaning in so close your breath was hot against his lips. "I know it... and I know you would rather be editing me than that video."
Wilbur didnāt move his arms from his chest but his breathing had changed, it was deeper and more intentional as if he were trying to manually override his bodyās reaction to you.
"You have ten seconds to get off me and put that shirt back on angel," he warned, though his voice lacked any real conviction, it was thick and vibrating through his chest and right into your thighs.
"Or what?" you challenged, your voice a playful purr.
You leaned in, your hands framing his face as your thumbs were tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, you tilted your head and pressed your lips to his, it was a soft lingering kiss tasting of the mint tea he had earlier and the raw heat that was beginning to radiate off him.
As you felt his resolve crumble, Wilburās head tilted instinctively and his lips parting to deepen the kiss and to finally reclaim the control you were stealing but just as his tongue brushed against yours, you pulled back.
You retreated just far enough that he had to strain forward, his eyes snapping open to find you smirking at him. "I didn't say you could have me yet," you whispered.
"Don't play games with me tonight," he growled, his jaw ticking. "Iāve had a long day and my patience is paper thin."
"Then it's a good thing I'm so thick skinned," you teased, you shifted your weight grinding your hips down slowly as you felt him jump beneath you, a sharp heavy throb of his length against your center separated only by two thin layers of fabric.
You didn't stop, you began a slow agonizingly deliberate grind, your eyes locked on his as you watched his pupils dilate until the honeyed brown was nearly swallowed by black.
"You're so warm Will," you breathed, leaning down to trail your lips along his jawline avoiding his mouth entirely. "Is your work still more interesting than this?"
"Babe... stop," he warned, a low guttural sound vibrating in his throat, one of his hands escaped his crossed arms, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to bruise your hips but he forced himself to grip the bedsheets instead.
"Iām telling you if you keep moving like that Iām not going to be gentle... Youāre playing with fire."
"Maybe I wanna get burned," you countered as you leaned back, putting a few inches of space between your chests and started to move more rhythmically.
You focused entirely on his bulge, dragging yourself forward then back feeling him twitch and grow harder with every pass.
Wilbur let out a jagged strangled gasp, his head hitting the headboard with a dull thud, his glasses were crooked now and his hair was a mess from where you had run your fingers through it earlier.
"I am giving you one last warning," he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous predatory octave, he looked up at you through his lashes, his gaze hungry and dark. "Stop the teasing and get off, or keep acting like a slut and I will make sure you canāt walk for a week... Choose carefully."
You didn't say a word, instead you gave him one more hard deliberate grind, your lips curling into a triumphant smile and bit your lips. "I think I like the second option better."
Wilburās chest was heaving now, the white cotton of his shirt pulling tight over his shoulders as he fought the urge to simply grab you.
He stayed pinned against the headboard, his hands still white knuckled as they gripped the sheets but his gaze was predatory following every micro movement of your lips.
"You think youāre in control because Iām letting you sit there," he rasped, his voice sounding like it was being dragged over gravel. "You have no idea how close I am to snapping you in half doll."
"Then snap... Stop acting so tough baby," you whispered, leaning down again.
This time you didn't go for his lips, you started at the sensitive hollow behind his ear nipping at the skin just enough to make him hiss, you trailed your mouth down the column of his throat, your tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.
You felt his pulse jumping against your lips, a frantic rhythmic thud that told you exactly how much you were affecting him.
"Will... your heart is beating so fast," you teased, pulling back just an inch to look at him. "Is the video making you nervous? Or is it me?"
"You know damn well what it is... And I'm still not giving you what you want" he growled as he lunged forward, his mouth seeking yours with a desperate hunger but you were faster, you twisted your head at the last second so his lips only grazed your cheek.
You heard him let out a frustrated animalistic sound, a half groan, half snarl. "Don't do that... Don't you dare pull away again."
"Then make me," you challenged, your voice dripping with honeyed defiance.
You leaned in again, teasing his lips with yours and brushing them together so lightly it was barely a touch, when he groaned and tried to surge upward to capture your mouth, to finally taste you and take over you laughed, a soft breathy soundnand jerked back leaving him breathless and reaching for empty air.
"Youāre being so mean to me tonight," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal mix of irritation and desire. "Why? Why are you doing this to me angel?"
"Because you were so busy," you said, your hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his joggers, you used the heels of your hands to press down right against the base of his throbbing length.
"Because I wanted you to remember that I'm much more important than your videos." You leaned down and began to rain small biting kisses along his jawline moving toward his ear. "Do you remember now Wilbur? Or do I need to keep going?"
"I remember," he hissed, his breath hitching as you ground your weight down once more right on the peak of his bulge. "I remember exactly who you are... Youāre the slut whoās about to regret every single second of this teasing."
"I don't feel very regretful yet," you whispered, nipping his earlobe before pulling back to smirk at him. "In fact... I think I could go all night like this... just out of reach."
Wilburās eyes snapped to yours and for a second the room felt deathly quiet, the playful air evaporated replaced by a thick heavy tension that made the hair on your arms stand up.
"All night huh?" He let out a low dark laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "You really think Iām gonna let you keep playing with me like this? Youāve made your point doll... Now come here."
Wilburās restraint didn't just break it shattered, his hand shot out like a coil spring snapping around the back of your neck and anchoring you in place.
His other hand clamped onto your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin they were surely going to leave crescent moon bruises by morning.
"No more pulling away," he growled against your lips, his voice a dark jagged edge.
He crashed his mouth against yours and this time there was no room for playfulness, it was a bruising dominant collision.
He bit your bottom lip with a sharp possessive hunger pulling until the skin gave way and the metallic tang of blood filled the space between your tongues.
You let out a muffled surprised moan into his mouth but he didn't soften, he drank the sound down, his tongue invading your mouth with a rhythmic demanding force that left you dizzy.
He pulled back just an inch, his lips smeared with a mixture of your gloss and your blood, his eyes wild behind his crooked glasses.
"I think... I think I won Wilbur," you panted, your chest heaving against his, your voice trembling but still laced with that stubborn defiance. "Look at you... youāre a mess... you couldnāt even finish your five minutes."
Wilbur let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated through your entire body. "You think this is you winning doll? Because I finally touched you?"
He tightened his grip on your waist, his knuckles turning white as he hauled you closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between you.
"You really think you're winning because you got me to stop working?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a dark dangerous octave that made your stomach flip.
"You didn't just get my attention you little bitch, you got me feral and now that I've stopped holding back you're going to realize exactly how much of a mistake it was to provoke me."
"You love it," you whispered, reaching down to grind your hips against him again desperate to regain the rhythm. "You love that I make you lose control."
But as you tried to roll your hips again, Wilburās hands became like iron bands, he locked your waist in place physically halting your movement.
You tried to buck, to slide, to find that friction again but he wouldn't budge, he held you a fraction of an inch above where you wanted to be leaving you hovering, unfulfilled and aching.
"Wilbur... move," you hissed, your brow furrowing in annoyance as the frustration began to peak. "Let me... nghh~... let me move!"
"No," he rasped, his eyes boring into yours. "You wanted to tease? Now it's my turn... You don't move until I tell you to, you don't get relief until I decide you've earned it."
"You're being a jerk," you snapped, trying to wiggle out of his grip but he only used his strength to shift you exactly where he wanted you.
He dragged your center over the length of his hard bulge in one slow agonizingly heavy stroke then stopped again right at the most sensitive spot.
"Let's see who's really gonna win at the end of this doll," he whispered, leaning in to lick the blood from your lip with a slow terrifyingly focused tongue. "Iām gonna make you beg for the very thing you're trying to take right now... Iām gonna make you scream my name until your throat is as raw as your lips."
"I... I won't beg," you challenged, though your voice was breaking.
"We'll see," he growled, slamming his mouth back onto yours, he began to move you then but it wasn't the rhythm you wanted.
He used his hands on your waist to dictate the pace -rough, erratic and blunt- forcing you to feel every throb of him while keeping you completely under his physical command.
"By the time I'm done, you're gonna realize that 'Winning' means staying exactly where I put you."
Wilburās hands were relentless, his fingers still biting into your waist as he dictated every agonizingly slow drag of your body over his, he could feel you trembling, feel the way your internal heat was radiating through your shorts but he wasn't satisfied yet... He wanted you completely undone.
With a sudden rough tug he reached behind you, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra until it gave way, he growled into the crook of your neck as he flung the lace aside, his eyes raking over your bare chest in the dim light.
"Look at you," he rasped, his voice dropping into that dark degrading tone he knew made your pulse skyrocket. "Sitting here half naked bleeding for me... acting like youāre the one in charge, youāre just a desperate little bitch aren't you? So needy that you had to sabotage my work just to get a taste."
"Iām not desperate," you bit back, your voice shaking as you tried to maintain your smug expression. "I just knew you couldn't handle me... I knew you would crumble Wilbur and look at you... youāre obsessed."
"Obsessed?" He let out a sharp mocking laugh as he leaned forward, his tongue swirling over one of your nipples before he suddenly latched on sucking the sensitive peak deep into his mouth.
A loud jagged moan escaped your throat, your back arching as the pleasure shot straight to your core, you clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt. "Oh... ah!~... Wilbur... nghh~..."
"Thatās it," he muttered against your skin, his teeth grazing the bud before he switched to the other side. "Scream for me you little slut... show me how much you love being treated like this. You love it when I call you a slut don't you? You love knowing that I can see right through that fake confidence."
He began to move his hips upward grinding the hard thick length of his bulge against you through his joggers, the friction was intense, a dry heavy heat that made your vision blur.
You started to find a rhythm, your breath coming in panicked gasps as you ground back against him.
"Fuck-ah~... stop being so mean," you hissed, your head falling back. "Youāre so hard Will, I can feel how much you want me... itās pathetic how much you want to sink into me isn't it?"
"Keep talking," he hissed, his hand moving from your waist to your throat, his thumb pressing firmly against your windpipe. "Tell me more about how 'Pathetic' I am while you're shaking like that. You're so close aren't you? I can feel your heart hammering against my chest... Youāre about to break for me."
"I'm... h-haah~... I'm not begging," you gasped, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your gut tightened, the friction was reaching a fever pitch, the feeling of the fabric against your clit pushing you right to the climax. "I'm not... nghh~... I'm not giving you that."
"You don't have to beg," Wilbur whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Your body is doing it for you. Youāre a filthy beautiful mess and youāre about to cum all over my lap without me even taking my pants off. How does that feel doll? Knowing youāre that easy to break for me?"
You were on the edge, the white light starting to dance in your eyes and your internal muscles beginning to clench in anticipation of the release.
You let out a long broken wail, your hips bucking frantically. "Will!...nghh~... Wilbur please...!"
Just as the first wave of the orgasm threatened to shatter you Wilbur grabbed your hips and shoved you backward away from his body.
The sudden loss of contact was like being doused in ice water, you fell back onto the mattress gasping, your body vibrating with unspent energy and your core throbbing with a desperate unfulfilled ache.
He watched you for a fraction of a second taking in your arched back, your flushed skin and your desperate heaving chest before he moved like a predator.
He was over you in an instant, his heavy weight pinning you down as he hovered inches from your face. "You think I'm done?" he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark terrifying hunger.
He didn't wait for an answer, he crashed his mouth onto yours again more violent than before, his teeth catching your already bloodied lip and his hand found your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple with a ruthless intensity.
You let out a high sharp scream into his mouth, your body bucking beneath him as he pulled back just an inch, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "You still wanna act like a bitch? Still wanna pretend you're winning while you're trembling under me?"
"I... h-haah~... I won't... I won't give you what you want," you choked out, your voice wrecked.
You were desperate to keep that last shred of defiance even as your moans betrayed you with every sharp flick of his fingers against your peak. "I'm not... nghh~... begging you."
Wilbur let out a dark jagged laugh. "You don't have to say the words darling your body is screaming it. You're so wet for me aren't you? A little whore who needs to be reminded who owns her."
His hand slid down, his palm flat against your stomach before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, he didn't take them off he just shoved his hand inside, his fingers finding your slick heat.
He began to move his fingers up and down your slit, a slow heavy friction that made your vision spark, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching the way your pupils dilated, his face a mask of dominant intent.
"Look at how much you're leaking for me," he whispered, his voice a gravelly degrading caress. "So needy... So pathetic. You want those fingers inside you so bad don't you? You want me to stop playing and just take whatās mine."
"N-no... I... ah!~..." You bit your lip to stifle a cry, your hips instinctively rolling into his hand despite your words.
Wilburās expression hardened, he moved his hand lower teasing your entrance and circling it but never entering while his thumb began to ghost over your clit.
You let out a loud shattered moan, your hand flying up to grab his wrist trying to force him to give you the contact you needed.
The moment your fingers touched his skin Wilbur snapped, his frustration boiled over and he broke the kiss with a snarl, his hand flying up to catch both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand, his grip like iron manacles.
"Don't you dare touch me unless I tell you to," he growled, his face inches from yours. "You lost your right to touch me the moment you started this game, now youāre just gonna lay there and take exactly what I give you."
He leaned down, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that tasted of iron and salt, while you were trapped he finally showed no mercy and drove two fingers deep inside you in one blunt punishing thrust, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it with a ruthless vibrating speed.
You let out a sharp muffled scream directly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between your tangled tongues as your body jolted against the mattress.
The sudden invasive depth of him made your eyes fly open wide and blown out with shock but he didn't give you a second to recover.
His thumb instantly started rubbing your clit with a ruthless vibrating speed that turned your scream into a desperate rhythmic whimpering against his lips.
"There it is," he hissed into the kiss, feeling your walls spasm and clench around his fingers in a frantic attempt to find relief. "The 'Good girl' I know is in there... Scream for me doll... Let the whole house know how much you belong to me."
Wilbur was relentless, his fingers working inside you with a rhythmic force that felt like it was rearranging your very soul, every time his thumb caught your clit a fresh jolt of electricity shot up your spine making your toes curl into the mattress and your breath hitch in broken jagged gasps.
He leaned down abandoning your mouth to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he wasn't gentle, he nipped at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he sucked a dark possessive bruise into the hollow of your collarbone.
"Youāre such a mess for me angel," he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin. "Sobbing and shaking, your cunt is clenching around my fingers like youāre trying to drown them. Tell me... Do you still think you're winning?"
You couldn't answer, your head was thrown back, your eyes rolled into your head as you let out a series of high thin wails, you felt completely undone, your pride melting away under the sheer weight of his dominance.
Wilbur shifted his weight, his free hand moving to cup your breast, his thumb flicking your nipple before he leaned down and took the entire peak into his mouth.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the bud in a way that made your hips buck uncontrollably, the dual assault of his mouth on your breast and his fingers driving deep inside your slick heat was pushing you toward a cliff you couldn't see the bottom of.
"Wilbur... ah!~... Will... p-please!" you screamed, your body tightening, the white hot coil of an orgasm beginning to snap.
Just as the first wave of release started to ripple through you Wilbur felt the shift, he felt your walls begin to spasm in that frantic rhythmic way that signaled the end.
Without a word he pulled his fingers out, the sudden cold emptiness left you gasping, your body jerking in a desperate search for the friction that had just been stolen.
You blinked up at him, your vision blurred with tears and your chest heaving. "W-Why?" you choked out, your voice a wrecked pathetic whimper. "Why did you... stop?"
Wilbur sat back on his heels, his white shirt wrinkled and stained with your saliva and blood, he adjusted his glasses with a calm terrifying precision looking down at you with a smug cold expression.
"Isn't that what you wanted doll? You wanted to stay in control, you wanted to play games... Iām just giving you the space you asked for."
"No!" you cried, reaching out for him, your fingers trembling. "No... p-please... I want... I want you to make me cum Wilbur... stop being so mean!"
He let out a low dark chuckle, his eyes flashing with a predatory light, he didn't move an inch toward you, he went back to lean on the headboard. "Is that right? Then say it... You know exactly what I wanna hear say the words you were too proud to say five minutes ago."
You felt the last of your defiance crumble, you crawled toward him, your shorts tangled around your thighs and threw your arms around his neck.
You crashed your lips against his, kissing him with a frantic desperate hunger, tasting the blood on his tongue.
"Please," you sobbed into his mouth. "Please Wilbur... Iām begging you... Iām yours.... Iām your good girl just... please fuck me... make me cum... I canāt take it anymore."
Wilburās hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks though his gaze remained lethal.
"Be careful what you wish for doll," he whispered, his voice a low vibrating warning. "Do you really want me to fuck you? Do you really want the monster youāve been teasing all night?"
"Yes!" you wailed, pulling him down toward you. "Yes Wilbur! Please! Just take me! Do whatever you want just don't stop again! Please!"
Wilbur didn't waste another second, he stood up by the side of the bed, his movements fluid and filled with a terrifying purpose as he stripped off his shirt and kicked away his joggers revealing the build of a man who had spent the night suppressing a violent hunger.
Wilburās jaw tightened as he looked at you, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts, he didnāt just pull them off he peeled them away slowly, his knuckles grazing your heated skin.
He leaned down pressing a lingering open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, right where it met your heat.
"Every inch of this," he vibrated against your skin, his voice a low possessive hum. "Everything youāre trying to hide is mine... Iām gonna make sure you remember the feel of me inside you every time you try to act out again."
He sat back on the edge of the bed and hauled you onto his lap forcing you to straddle him, your skin felt electric against his.
You were a mess, breathless, tear stained and desperate as you peppered his face and neck with frantic wet kisses, Wilburās hands clamped onto your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh like talons.
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze dark and unyielding. "Are you sure you want this doll?" he rasped, his voice a low vibrating warning. "Because no matter what happens... no matter how much you cry or scream Iām not stopping until I want to stop. Do you understand?"
"Iām all yours... please Wilbur... please," you sobbed, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you tried to guide him toward your aching heat.
"Fine... You asked for it."
He didn't ease into you, he didn't give you a second to adjust or breathe, he gripped your waist and slammed you down onto his length in one brutal singular motion.
You let out a high thin wail as he bottomed out, his head blunt forcing its way against your cervix, it was so deep and so sudden that your vision went white, your internal muscles spasming in shock around him.
He didn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he immediately began to move, his hands on your waist acting like iron pistons as he forced you up and down in a fast punishing rhythm.
"Look at you," he hissed, his mouth crashing onto yours for a bruising bloody kiss before he moved to tear at the skin of your neck. "Screaming like a little animal. You wanted to play the queen all night and now look at you... completely ruined by one thrust."
"Wilbur!... Ah!~... Itās... itās too deep!... Nghh!~..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his skin as he kept the pace relentless.
Every time he drove upward he hit your g spot with a terrifying accuracy that made your body feel like it was vibrating apart. He was in full control, his movements possessive and savage.
He was marking you everywhere, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his lips bruising your collarbone and his hands leaving dark fingerprints on your hips.
Suddenly he stopped, he held you pinned right at the peak of his length, his fingers squeezing your waist so hard you let out a whimper.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Whose are you? Whose name is written on every inch of this pretty skin?"
You were too far gone to speak, your head was tossing wildly, your chest heaving and you could only let out a series of broken incoherent gasps, the overstimulation was a physical weight making you sob with the need for him to move again.
"Answer me," he growled, his jaw setting. He didn't move an inch letting you sit there in the agonizing silence of the stall. "I told you Iām not moving again until you answer me like the little whore you are."
"I... I..." You let out a fresh burst of tears, your fingers scratching weakly at his chest. "Yours... Iām yours... h-haah~... Wilbur's... please Will!... Please move!"
Wilburās expression softened for a fraction of a second, his lips grazing the tear stains on your cheeks in a mockery of a gentle gesture.
"Good girl," he whispered, the words sounding like a death sentence.
Then he launched back into the rhythm even harder than before, he was determined to break you.
The first orgasm hit you like a freight train, a violent shuddering explosion of white heat that made your entire body go rigid.
Your internal walls clamped around him in desperate rhythmic spasms trying to pull every inch of him deeper.
"Wilbur!... Ah~...nghh!~... Oh god!... Will!" you wailed, your voice breaking into a high thin scream against his lips.
You were shaking so hard you could barely hold onto his shoulders, your head falling back as the pleasure turned into a borderline painful overstimulation.
Wilbur felt your climax seize him but instead of finishing, he suddenly went still, he stayed buried deep but he stopped the motion entirely holding you in that agonizing peak of sensitivity.
"It feels good doesn't it?" he whispered, his voice dark and mocking as he watched your face fracture. "Youāre cumming so hard you canāt even breathe but what if I just... stopped? What if I left you right here broken and desperate for more?"
"No! No, no, no!" you sobbed, your hands flying to his face, your tears blurring your vision. "Don't stop! Please Wilbur... I'm... I'm still... ah~... please move! I need you to move!"
"You need me?" he teased, his thumb tracing your trembling lower lip. "A second ago you were the queen of the room now you're crying for me to ruin you? Say it... Beg me not to leave you like this."
"Please don't leave me!... Fuck me Wilbur! Please just... I'll do anything! Just move!" you cried, your hips jerking instinctively trying to force a friction he wouldn't give.
He let out a low predatory chuckle. "Good girl. I've got you."
He launched back into the rhythm with a savage renewed intensity, his thrusts even deeper and faster than before, he didn't give you a second to catch your breath from the first wave, he pushed right through your climax, his whole length crushing you as he drove into you with a blunt rhythmic force.
You crashed your mouth against his kissing him with a frantic messy hunger tasting the salt of your own tears on his lips as you were drowning in the sensation, your body a total wreck of nerves and heat.
He was relentless, his hands on your waist acting like iron clamps forcing you to take every inch of him over and over again ignoring the way you were sobbing into his mouth and the way your lungs were burning for air.
You were lost in him, a broken beautiful mess that he was rebuilding with every brutal possessive stroke.
He hauled you up and slammed you back down, his hands bruising your hips as he forced you to take every inch of him, the friction was white hot, a blurring of skin and sweat that made your vision begin to tunnel.
Every thrust was a blunt force trauma to your g spot sending shocks of pleasure so sharp they felt like electricity through your nerves.
You felt the second orgasm beginning to build, a terrifying unstoppable wave that started in your toes and gathered in your gut like a physical weight.
You tried to pull back, your body overstimulated to the point of pain but Wilburās grip was absolute, he held you in place, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist forcing you to endure the pleasure he was carving into you.
"Wilbur!... AH!~.... No... I'm.... I'm gonna!" you wailed, your head falling back, your neck arching in a graceful desperate line.
"Thatās it angel," he hissed, his voice a ragged snarl against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Give it all to me... Break for me."
The climax hit you like a physical collision, it was violent, a series of racking rhythmic spasms that seized your entire body.
Your internal walls clamped around his length with a desperate milking intensity pulsing so hard you thought you might snap, you were floating and drowning all at once, your voice lost in a high thin scream that eventually died into a choked repetitive gasp.
Wilbur let out a guttural animalistic roar as he felt you shatter again, the heat of your release and the way you were clenching around him like a vice finally pushed him past his own limits.
"God! Youāre so fuckin tight... don't you dare stop just take all of it!" he choked out, his voice thick with a desperate heavy need.
He buried his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin to muffle his own cry as he bottomed out one last time.
He stayed there buried deep, his frame vibrating as he spilled inside you, the sensation of him filling you, the thick searing heat of his release was overwhelming, it felt like he was branding you from the inside out and claiming the very core of your body as his territory.
For a long moment the only sound in the room was the harsh synchronized sound of your breathing, you were slumped against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder, your body still twitching with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it felt like a fever.
"You're mine doll," he rasped, his breath burning against your collarbone. "Deep inside you exactly where I belong... Don't you ever forget how this feels."
Wilburās hands didn't loosen their grip on your waist, he held you there pinned to his chest, his heart hammering against your ribs like a caged beast.
He felt like a god, like he had finally stripped away every layer of your defiance and found the raw bleeding devotion underneath.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick and dark with a terrifyingly lethal love, he pulled back just enough to see your glazed eyes and your bloodied trembling lip.
"Completely undone... My beautiful broken little prize. Do you still think you're winning doll? Or do you finally realize that you were always meant to end up exactly like this... ruined and screaming in my arms?"
You couldn't answer, you could only let out a soft broken whimper, your fingers curling weakly into his hair as you clung to him for stability in a world that was still spinning.
"Iām not done with you yet... not even close," he growled, his eyes dark with a lingering mean hunger. "You think because you came you get to rest? Look at you, youāre just a usedup little fuck toy and I haven't even started to really break you yet."
Wilbur didnāt give you a moment to say a word, he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you backward you hit the mattress with a soft thud, your limbs heavy and uncoordinated, your breath still coming in shallow ragged hitches.
Before you could even blink the spots from your eyes he was hovering over you, a dark silhouette of pure unadulterated possessiveness.
"Spread those legs back out doll... I wanna see how much more of me you can handle before you completely snap."
He didn't use a second of patience, he grabbed your thighs opening your legs wide and driven himself back inside you with a blunt jarring force that knocked the remaining air from your lungs.
"Wilbur... ah!~... stop p-please!" you sobbed, your hands flying up to push against his chest, but he was like a mountain.
He ignored your weak resistance, his hand snapping upward to wrap around your throat, he didn't squeeze to hurt but the pressure was firm, a heavy reminder of exactly who was in charge.
He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a kiss that was more of a war than an embrace, you could taste the salt of your tears and the lingering copper of your blood, a heavy intoxicating mix that fueled his aggression.
"Stop?" he rasped against your lips, his voice a lethal low timbered growl. "You spent the last hour begging for this you little brat... you don't get to tell me when I'm done, youāre gonna lay there and take every inch of me until Iāve emptied myself into you again."
"Will... it... h-haah~... it hurts... please," you whimpered, your voice a wrecked thread.
He began to slam into you with a rhythmic bruising intensity, each thrust was deep... dangerously deep hitting your g spot with a blunt accuracy that made your hips buck instinctively against the mattress.
"Shhh look at you," he hissed, his eyes burning into yours as he watched your face fracture. "Eyes rolling back... mouth hanging open... you look like such a filthy little whore for me don't you? You love that Iām hurting you just as much as Iām making you cum... You love being used like this yeah?"
"I... nghh~... W-Will... please... itās... itās too much!" you wailed, your voice breaking.
You were a mess of overstimulated nerves, every touch feeling like a lightning strike, your body was betraying you clenching around him in a desperate primal rhythm even as you tried to pull away. "It- it hurts... hngh~... Iām... Iām breaking... ahhh!~"
"Then break!" he commanded, his pace becoming frantic, his hand tightening slightly on your neck to keep you pinned. "I wanna see you break... I wanna hear you scream my name until you lose your voice. Tell me what you are angel."
"Iām... h-haah~... Iām yours..." you choked out, your fingers scratching at the sheets, your back arching so high your spine felt like it might snap. "Iām your... your slut... p-please Wilbur! ... I'm gonna... ah!~... I'm gonna cum again!"
"That's my girl," he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he delivered a series of rapid fire shallow thrusts that focused entirely on the most sensitive part of your entrance. "Cum for me again... Show me how easy it is to ruin you."
The third orgasm was even more violent, you let out a high thin scream that died into a series of jagged animalistic whimpers.
Your internal muscles seized around him milking him with a frantic rhythmic intensity that drew a strangled guttural groan from deep in his chest.
"Yeah... take it," he hissed, his own rhythm turning heavy and blunt as he felt you shatter beneath him. "Take it all... you beautiful broken thing. Youāre never gonna be the same after tonight Iāve ruined you for anyone else... You're mine... You're fuckin mine."
You couldn't even form words anymore you could only lie there, your chest heaving, your vision swimming in a haze of tears and bliss as Wilbur continued to drive into you, his possession of you absolute and terrifying.
Wilburās appetite was bottomless even as your body shuddered with the dying tremors of your release he didn't give you a moment of peace.
"Will...p-please... it... hngh~... it hurts... it hurts so bad," you sobbed, trying to squirm away from how overstimulated you were.
Wilbur didn't hesitate, he snapped his hand over your mouth muffling your protests as he leaned down to your ear.
"I don't care if it hurts you pathetic little whore," he hissed, his teeth grazing your lobe. "In fact... I hope it does. I want you to feel every bit of my weight... I want you to remember that your body isn't yours to protect anymore, itās mine to ruin."
He reached down and grabbed your right thigh hauling it upward until your knee was practically pressed against your shoulder opening you up so completely that you felt exposed to your very core.
He drove back into you with a sickeningly deep thud, the new angle allowing him to reach depths that made your breath leave you in a silent pained gasp.
"Don't you dare close those eyes," he growled, his voice a jagged edge of authority.
When your eyelids flickered, heavy with exhaustion he brought his palm down against your cheek, not enough to hurt you but a sharp stinging small slaps that made your head snap to the side and your eyes fly open in shock.
"Look at me... I want you to see exactly who is ruining you."
He leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before his mouth found your tits again, he latched onto your nipple sucking with a bruising rhythmic force that felt like it was pulling the very air from your lungs.
At the same time his thumb found your clit again rubbing it with a relentless vibrating speed that ignored the fact that you were already overstimulated to the point of agony.
"Wilbur... no... I can't... haah~... it hurts... it's too much!" you sobbed, your voice already beginning to crack and fray.
"It's exactly enough," he hissed, his hand moving from your neck to the roots of your hair, he wound the strands around his knuckles and pulled forcing your head back and exposing your throat.
He kissed you then, a harsh punishing collision of lips and teeth. "You wanted to be a slut? You wanted to tease me? This is the price doll... You stay awake for every second of it... You take every inch of me until I say youāre done."
He began to move with a renewed violent energy, his thrusts becoming blunt and heavy, the combination of the deep internal stretching and the sharp external friction of his thumb was creating a pressure cooker inside you.
"You're such a good little whore for me aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and smelling of your shared copper tasting kisses.
"Look at how your body just takes it, you were made for this... you were made to be used by me... to be filled by me until you can't even remember your own name. Say it... tell me youāre my property."
"I'm... nghh~... I'm yours... Wilbur... please... ah!~... I'm your property!" you wailed, your hands clawing uselessly at his forearms.
The fourth climax was building like a tidal wave more terrifying than the ones before because your body had no strength left to fight it, it was a violent primitive thing.
When it finally snapped it wasn't just a release, it felt like an explosion.
You let out a long blood curdling scream that tore through your throat, a sound of pure unadulterated overstimulation that eventually broke into a silent openmouthed cry as your vocal cords gave out.
"That's it... break for me! Show me how good you are!" he shouted over your fading voice.
Your body went completely limp, your spine arching one last time before you collapsed into the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut.
Your internal walls spasmed with such violence that they felt like they were trying to crush him, the contractions were rhythmic and punishing as your vision went dark at the edges, your head lolling to the side completely unresponsive as the world dissolved into a haze of white noise and pulsing heat.
You were a shell, broken, emptied and entirely his.
Wilbur didnāt let you drift away into the numbness, even as your limbs felt like lead and your breath came in shallow broken hitches he kept his pace steady and punishing.
He could feel the way you were slipping and the way your eyes were glazing over and he wasn't about to let you escape the weight of his presence just yet.
He leaned down, his chest slick with sweat as it pressed against yours and began to rain small biting kisses along your jaw, his hand that was still tangled in your hair gave a firm tug to bring your face back to his.
"Don't leave me yet angel," he whispered, his voice sounding like velvet over gravel. "Weāre almost there... One more time for me come on, I wanna feel you break one last time."
He shifted his weight driving into you with a finality that felt like he was trying to leave a permanent mark on your soul.
His other hand slid down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clitbonce again but this time the touch changed, it wasn't just blunt force, it was a focused vibrating intensity, a rhythmic friction that was designed to drag you back from the edge of unconsciousness and back into the fire.
"Thatās it... feel that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You're so sensitive... every touch feels like a burn doesn't it? Youāre such a good girl for taking all of this... Such a perfect beautiful girl."
The degradation was gone replaced by a dark heavy praise that felt even more overwhelming.
"Look at how you're clenching around me love," he groaned, his own rhythm becoming more frantic as he felt his own release beginning to tower over him again.
"Youāre doing so well doll, youāve taken everything Iāve thrown at you tonight and youāre still here.... Youāre still mine."
He began to rub harder, his thumb moving in small agonizing circles that sent a fresh wave of electricity through your exhausted nerves.
You tried to shake your head, a soft broken whimper escaping your throat but he just kissed the corner of your mouth, his movements becoming more urgent.
"Come on baby... cum for me," he encouraged, his voice dropping to a low hypnotic hum. "Show me how much you love it... show me that youāre my good girl... give me everything you have left I wanna feel you shatter while I'm buried inside you like that."
"W-will... haah~... I... I can't... nghh~..." you tried to protest but your body was already responding to the praise as the coil in your gut which you thought had been wrung dry began to tighten one last time.
"Yes you can," he hissed, his thrusts becoming short and sharp focusing entirely on the most sensitive part of your cunt. "You're doing so good, just a little more baby... give it to me just let it go."
You felt it then, the final violent surge, it wasn't like the others it was deeper and more spiritual, a total surrender of your mind and body.
You let out a long silent scream, your back arching forcing him to thrust deeper inside you.
"That's it! There she is!" Wilbur roared, his own control finally vanishing.
He delivered three final, brutal thrusts, his thumb working frantically against you until you exploded in a final racking climax that felt like it was tearing you apart.
"Good girl! Look at you... absolutely destroyed!" Wilbur praised, his voice a ragged triumphant roar.
He felt the way your internal walls were screaming and clamping around his length with a rhythmic bruising pressure that felt like they were trying to pull the very soul out of him. "Youāre perfect like this... so fucking perfect and tight for me!"
At the exact same moment Wilbur bottomed out, his entire body going rigid as he spilled inside you for the second time.
He delivered final brutal thrusts until he exploded inside you. "Oh... God... f-fuck!" he moaned, a long broken sound of pure unadulterated release.
He stayed there buried as deep as physically possible, his forehead pressed against yours as he let out a series of long shuddering groans.
You were completely spent, a mess of sweat, tears and Wilbur's marks but as he finally softened and collapsed against you his weight felt like the only thing keeping you on the earth.
Eventually he softened against you. "You did so good angel... You took every bit of it like a perfect little slut," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfied praise.
The violent friction of the night finally ebbed away leaving a heavy ringing silence in the room.
When he finally pulled out, the loss of his warmth made you let out a tiny broken whimper, the only sound your ravaged throat could still produce.
"Shh Iāve got you baby," he whispered, his voice returning to that low melodic honey that usually made you feel safe.
He stayed hovering over you, his eyes raking over your frame with a look of intense dark reverence, he traced the bite marks on your shoulder and the dark fingerprint bruises on your hips with a trembling hand.
He looked like a man who had just desecrated something holy and couldn't decide if he was proud or devastated.
"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb grazing your swollen blood crusted lip. "Youāre a complete wreck angel... My beautiful exhausted angel."
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead then your closed eyelids then the tip of your nose. "I love you, you know that don't you? Even when Iām like this... especially when I'm like this I love you so much it's a sickness."
You tried to nod but your neck felt like it was made of water, you were so tired that the simple act of breathing felt like an Olympic feat.
Your limbs were heavy, twitching occasionally with the lingering aftershocks of the five climaxes he had wrung out of you.
Wilbur realized then that you weren't gonna make it to the shower, he climbed off the bed and returned a minute later with a soft damp towel.
"Look at those eyes," he murmured, seeing how you were staring up at him with a dazed bottomless love despite the bruises. "Still looking at me like Iām your whole world... even after I wrecked you."
He sat on the edge of the bed and began to clean you, he started with your face wiping away the salt of your tears and the smeared remains of your lipstick with a tenderness that felt almost like a plea for forgiveness.
"You were so bratty tonight," he scolded softly though he was currently drying your thigh with tenderness as if you were made of porcelain. "So stubborn. You really pushed me doll, you shouldn't have done that."
"But... I won... at last," you managed to tease, a tiny ghost of a smirk pulling at your lips.
Wilbur let out a short genuine laugh leaning down to kiss your lips gently. "You might have gotten me off the laptop doll but I won you and thatās the only victory that matters to me."
He moved the cloth between your legs, his touch clinical yet incredibly intimate as he wiped away the evidence of his release, every time you flinched from the sensitivity he would stop, kissing the inside of your knee until you relaxed.
"I'm sorry," he whispered against your skin, though his eyes still held that flicker of possessive triumph. "I'm so sorry I was so rough but you're so perfect when you're broken for me... I couldn't help it."
"I know," you whispered back, your heart swelling even as your body ached. "I wouldn't want it... any other way... just stay."
Once you were clean he pulled a fresh oversized shirt of his over your head and tucked you into the center of the bed and climbed in behind you pulling your back against his chest and wrapping his long arms around your waist pulling you so tight that there wasn't a whisper of air between you.
He tucked his face into the crook of your neck inhaling the scent of him on your skin.
"Will..." you managed to croak out, your voice barely a breath as you began to drift to a heavy sleep. "Your... work..."
"Forget the work," he muttered, his grip tightening as he felt your body finally, fully go limp against him. "The work can wait, nothing is more important than this... nothing is more important than you."
He kissed the back of your head, his heart beating a steady calming rhythm against your spine. "Sleep now my angel, I've got you.... I'm not going anywhere."
In the quiet of the room wrapped in his scent and his strength, the terror of the night faded into a deep soul shaking certainty.
You were exhausted, you were bruised and you were utterly ruined but as you drifted into a heavy sleep on his chest, you knew you were exactly where you belonged.
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