𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔
A bit of overheard venting to his brother causes Baelor's wife to feel unwanted. Luckily, Daddy knows exactly how to remedy that.
Daddy Dom!Baelor x sub!wife!OC; modern setting, established relationship dynamics. Use of 'Daddy' in both sexual and nonsexual contexts, cockwarming, dry humping, cigarette smoking (tobacco is BAD, kids, do not follow Baelor's example), oral (m & f receiving), wife!OC has a VCH (clit) piercing, discussion of past slut-shaming (by an ex), spanking, sub space*, fingering, butt plug/dp, overstimulation, unprotected p in v/creampie. Visuals under cut. 5.8k words. Divider by @strangergraphics.
*This is told in first person, from Alyssandra's (wife!OC) perspective. There is a portion in which Baelor is referred to only as 'Daddy' and not his name, because she's in a mental state where that's all she's viewing him as. Having experienced that shift myself, I personally like using this to indicate when a submissive character is in full sub space.
Alyssandra's robe
Alyssandra's undergarments
post-spanking fingering
Baelor at the end (“Shh, take it, take it, good.”)
“Baelor!” I sang as I entered the study. “I would like attention!”
“I’m still working, darling,” he replied, although he gave me a quick smile.
“Ugh, on what?” I asked as I sauntered over and around his desk, letting my tiny silk robe slip from my shoulders.
“A contract with Berkshire Hathaway,” Baelor replied, his gaze lingering on the lace peeking out above my dropped neckline, a whisper of clinging black hidden under smooth cream.
“Double ugh.” I leaned back against the desk. “Why are we doing business with them?”
“They own the largest Class I railroad in the country.”
“They’re chaired by the ninth richest man in the world.”
“That does not change the fact that we require their railroad, Alyssandra.”
“Fine.”
Baelor flicked his eyes up to mine, mouth slightly pursed. I sighed dramatically, then jumped up onto the gorgeous custom mahogany. Baelor watched me for another second, then returned to his work. I waited a minute or so, then picked up his left hand, resting on the wood beside me. I pulled his arm over, putting his elbow on my thigh, and held his hand in both of mine, bending my neck to see better. Gently, I rubbed my index finger over his wedding ring, then moved to the signet ring on his middle finger. The texture of the dragon under my thumb was always soothing.
“What are you doing?” Baelor asked quietly after a minute.
“Nothing,” I answered, now spinning his wedding ring around his finger.
“Bunny.” A soft warning.
“Daddyyyy.” Ignored, with an innocent smile.
Baelor leaned back, considering me. He eased his hand from my grasp and reached up to cup my cheek. I leaned into it, gazing down lovingly. Baelor thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Get under the desk, bunny.”
“What?”
“Kneel,” he pulled his hand away and gestured in front of him, pushing his chair back, “under the desk.”
I furrowed my brow at him. Baelor tilted his head, giving me a moment to obey, then sighed and leaned closer again, wrapping his hands around my calves.
“You said you wanted attention, but we both know that what you meant was you want me to take out my cock.” His thumbs brushed over my shins. “Kneel under the desk, bunny, and I’ll let you hold my cock in that pretty mouth of yours while I finish with this contract.” He tugged on my legs, pulling me off the desk, one hand coming to my hip, the other gently holding my chin.
“Be a good girl and keep Daddy warm for a bit and then you’ll get all that thorough attention you’re after, alright?”
“You promise?”
“I promise, bunny. Now come on.” He tipped his head towards his feet. I took a step to the side, so I was directly in front of him, then knelt and shuffled backwards to be under the desk. Baelor smiled at me as he undid his belt. Obediently, before he could say anything, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
“Oh, very good,” Baelor murmured, slowly stroking his half-hard cock, a flicker of heat in his eyes. He rolled his chair in and placed a hand on the back of my head. I let him slowly guide me forward, keeping my eyes on his as he rested the tip of his cock on my tongue, my hands likewise coming to rest just above his knees.
“Such a good little bunny for Daddy.”
He gazed at me a second longer, then gently tapped the back of my head, letting me move on my own to take as much of him as I could in my mouth. One stroke over my hair, still smiling down, then he returned his focus to the contract.
It had only been a few minutes (out of the corner of my eye I could see the clock on the wall behind Baelor) when footsteps came down the hall. A moment later my entire body tensed as the door opened.
“Afternoon, Baelor.”
“Maekar, I wasn’t expecting you.” Baelor’s knuckles brushed over my cheek, a quick soothing gesture that went straight between my legs.
“I had to bring Daeron to a friend’s in the neighborhood, figured I’d just stop in to pick up the Berkshire Hathaway contract.”
“I’m working on it now.”
“That’s fine, I can wait.” Maekar’s footsteps approached.
“I can send it over to you when I’m done,” Baelor said, resting his elbows on the desk and shifting forward, ostensibly to keep me out of sight, but inadvertently shoving himself fully down my throat. I dug my nails into his thigh to keep from making a noise, tears pricking my eyes. I had swallowed him before, but never without warning. I focused on the press of his zipper against my cheek, trying to shut out the urge to gag.
“Nonsense, I’m already here,” Maekar replied. I heard him pick up another document from the desk then walk away again, presumably to sit by the fireplace, judging by the quiet groan I heard a few seconds later.
“Fine,” Baelor sighed, reaching under the desk and carefully prying my fingers off of him as he shifted his hips back slightly, easing the protest of my throat.
“Where’s your wife?” Maekar asked casually.
“How should I know?” Baelor tersely replied.
“Christ, no need to be snappy. I saw both cars in the garage, so I presumed she was home. She’s usually glued to your side when she doesn’t have something else to attend to; forgive me for thinking she would be here.”
“Well she isn’t.” Baelor took a deep breath, clearly trying very hard to appear normal. “She’s probably in the garden—she’s quite attached to her hydrangeas.”
Maekar grunted in response, then for a long while it was silent save for the scratching of Baelor’s pen and The Dave Brubeck Quartet spinning on the fifty-year-old record player Baelor insisted upon for his jazz collection. I let my mind relax, the weight of him on my tongue the only thing I needed to know. Baelor’s fingers slid briefly through my hair and at that gentle touch I slid as well, down into the softness of bunny. Bunny didn’t have any concerns besides listening to Daddy. I liked that. However, bunny was currently very hungry. I adjusted my position, stretching my hips, then slowly shifted my pelvis forward, carefully gliding over Baelor’s loafer. I heard him sigh softly above me, but he made no move to stop me. Bunny felt no shame about humping Daddy’s shoe; bunny quite enjoyed the feeling of the expensive leather against her aching pussy.
“This must be the longest Aly’s been apart from you willingly since you got married,” Maekar said suddenly. I mentally groaned; I had been about to cum, and then he had to interrupt. I wiggled slightly, trying to find that precise angle, and focused again, grinding with determination.
“Yes, well, perhaps she’s finally come to her senses and is now capable of leaving me alone for more than fifteen minutes at a time,” Baelor muttered, looking mildly annoyed. I would have frowned deeply and let out an indignant huff, had I not had a mouth full of cock. My drawn-down brows peering up between his arms would have to suffice as expression, the stilling of my hips (before he had felt me shudder against him) as reaction.
“Oh, yes, poor you, your hot wife wants to have sex too often.” I could hear the roll of Maekar’s eyes. “Trust you to fucking complain about that.”
“You have no idea how much she wants. She is starving for flesh. I’m tired, Maekar.”
“Then tell her to ride you. Idiot.”
“You think having her on top suddenly means I don’t have to do anything?” Baelor let out a sigh. “I still must touch her—in fact, she wants me to touch her all the time. She’s constantly moving my hands to grope her.”
“Again, poor fucking you, having a nice pair of tits to play with and a wife who’s begging for you to do so,” Maekar said without any hint of sympathy. Baelor simply sighed again. Well. At least Maekar thought my tits were nice. I preened internally at that for a moment, before my thoughts turned to the rest of their exchange. Had I been too needy? Did Baelor not want me around so much? Was he tired of me already, after only three months of marriage? An ache settled under my ribs and my eyes, turned to his shirt, welled up. Lost in my emotions, I almost missed it when the scratching of the pen stopped.
“Here, you may take it now.”
Baelor leaned forward again, sliding the papers across the desk. I was prepared this time; I kept my focus on breathing calmly through my nose, inhaling Baelor’s musk, and thankfully my throat remained relaxed. I heard Maekar walk over and pick up the contract, then there was a beat of silence.
“Something else you need?” Baelor asked.
“No, you just have a tension about you.”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine.”
“Hm. Alright, well. Thank you for this, good luck with Aly, and I’ll see you on Saturday.”
“Mm, right, see you then.”
Maekar’s footsteps moved away from us, then the door opened and closed. Baelor sat back again with a sigh, closing his eyes, one hand reaching down to stroke my hair. I jerked my head away from his touch, pulling off of his cock, and scrambled around his legs and to my feet. Baelor’s eyes snapped open, his brow furrowing. I tugged my robe more tightly around me, covering as much of myself as I could. Baelor tucked himself back into his slacks, frowning at me.
“You’re upset, bunny.”
“No.” I forced myself to smile at him. “I’m gonna go get dinner ready.” I turned away and started to walk to the door.
“Aly,” Baelor’s voice was quiet, but firm enough to make me pause, “it’s a quarter after four.”
“Yeah, well, dinner is gonna take a while today.” I quickly swallowed the lump in my throat, and glanced over my shoulder. “You want me to bring you something to tide you over?”
Baelor studied me for a second, then sighed. “Yes, thank you.”
I nodded and quickly walked out. I had planned to make the beef Wellington tomorrow, for Baelor’s birthday, but I needed the time in the kitchen right now. I’d find something else to make tomorrow. Something even more labor intensive, something that required an entire day of work, so that I would be away from him. An additional birthday gift—solitude. French dishes. A multitude of them. That would work nicely. As a bonus, he could then praise me honestly on Saturday when we celebrated with his family, instead of having to give vague compliments on my attention to detail or my dedication (both of which actually just meant I sucked dick well, fucking whore that I was).
Entering the kitchen, I walked directly to the bar and made a Manhattan for me and a martini for Baelor. I took a generous sip, then set about neatly arranging mozzarella and prosciutto and raspberries and baguette, turning my head occasionally to avoid getting tears on any of it. One deep breath, one swipe under each eye, then I picked up the plate and glass and walked back to the study.
Baelor smiled again as I reentered, although it faded when I remained silent and avoided his gaze as I set his glass and plate down on his desk. He cleared his throat and I swallowed, meeting his eyes. Baelor arched his brow and tapped his cheek.
“Sorry,” I muttered, moving around the desk. I bent and pressed a kiss just above his beard. Before I could step away again, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. The kiss, right below my wedding ring, burned my aching heart. I didn’t want this, his softness, not when it was clearly forced. He was too kind a man. I didn’t deserve him.
“Thank you, my darling,” Baelor said quietly, brushing his thumb over my knuckles and looking up at me thoughtfully. “You are a wonderful wife, you know.”
“I’m not.” I pulled my hand away, ignoring his confused expression. “You don’t need to flatter me, Baelor. We’re already married, and I’ve clearly demonstrated my desire for you and willingness to do nearly anything in the bedroom. Buttering me up is wholly unnecessary.” I turned away again. “Dinner will be ready in three hours. Please choose a Bordeaux and take the dogs out.”
Normally we walked our pair of English springer spaniels together, but he wanted time alone, so there. He could spend forty minutes with Atlas and Adonis without me. I would be a good little wife and make his dinner and plate it beautifully and do the dishes and prepare the coffee and pour him a nightcap and iron his suit for tomorrow and suck his dick and say nothing all the while.
After angrily throwing my robe at the bench at the foot of our bed and tugging on one of my more conservative summer dresses, I began cooking. I actually greatly enjoyed being in the kitchen. Baelor and I took turns making dinner, since I was also quite busy with work, and on the weekends we cooked together. It was one of the things I cherished in our relationship. Although now it felt like just another instance of me crowding him, wanting too much of his time. A tear fell into the mushrooms before I could wipe it away. Whatever. If his Wellington was slightly saltier than usual, so what. That would be his (very mild) punishment for not communicating better.
Baelor left me alone until exactly three hours after I had walked out of the study.
“You do know my birthday is tomorrow, right?” he asked as he surveyed the table, setting down the bottle of wine and taking his seat.
“Yes. I have something much grander planned,” I replied. “It’s going to take nearly all day to put together.”
“You’re going to leave me all alone on my birthday?” Baelor frowned, pouring the wine. His frown quickly deepened as I took the glass he held out and moved to sit across from him, instead of beside him as I usually did.
“You have a meeting with Leo Tyrell in the morning, don’t you?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“I do. I should be back by noon, though.”
“I’ll make sure to have lunch ready for you.” I gave him my best Stepford wife smile. “And then I’ll draw you a bath, so you can enjoy some peace and quiet.”
“Hm.” Baelor tilted his head, studying me. I took a sip of wine, then asked about the contract from earlier. I kept our conversation easy, allowing him to wander in it as he wished, asking him enough questions to not be faced with complete silence but all simple enough to not be in any way a nuisance. When Baelor sat back with a sigh, I quickly stood and picked up our plates.
“Aly.” Again, the grabbing and stopping me, this time at my elbow. “I’ll do them, my darling.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I bent and kissed his cheek, tears threatening to break free once more at the little endearment from him. “You go have that stress cigarette you think I don’t know about and I’ll clear all this.”
“Bunny.” Another warning.
“I’ll keep pretending I don’t know about it, if you like, B.” I wasn’t supposed to do that. If he called me ‘bunny’ I was supposed to respond with ‘Daddy.’ But I didn’t deserve Daddy. Daddy was too caring, too generous. I deserved some hard, cold ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’
“Bunny, that is not—” Baelor cut off with a heavy sigh, and let go of my elbow. “Fine.”
I smiled at him, then turned away. The dishes were quickly cleared, leftovers put in the fridge. As I cleaned our wineglasses, I heard Baelor taking the dogs out one last time. When he returned, he didn’t follow them into the kitchen as he usually did; instead, I heard him walk down to the study, then back up the hall a few minutes later. His footsteps paused by the stairs, then went up. I wiped off the counters and filled the water bowl, before pouring two fingers of WhistlePig Snout-to-Tail into a rocks glass and turning off the lights.
Baelor was out on the balcony, arms draped over the railing, looking up at the emerging stars. I silently set the bourbon on the bedside table, then stepped out into the cool evening air. Baelor sighed, then held out his hand without looking at me. I took it, letting him pull me into him, his arm wrapping around my waist. His unlit cigarette sat between his lips; I slipped my hand into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, holding it up. Baelor turned his head towards me, leaning down to meet the tiny flame. He took a drag, turning away again, exhaling out over the garden.
“Thank you, bunny,” he said quietly, still not looking at me. A test and a warning.
“You’re welcome, Daddy.” The warning heeded this time, the test momentarily sidestepped. For a few minutes, it was quiet, just the sounds of nature preparing for night. I tipped my head back, searching for familiar groupings in the sky. Arm a gentle weight at my back, Baelor carefully blew his smoke away from me, showing much more concern for my health than his own.
“I have something for you.” Baelor turned towards me, leaning his hip against the railing. His eyes flicked down to the pocket that didn’t have the lighter, then back to my face. I reached in and pulled out a small box. I glanced up; Baleor nodded, taking another drag, and I opened the box. Inside was a 18 karat gold barbell (with Baelor, nothing was ever less than 18 karat—if he could have safely used 24 for this, he would have) with a tiny diamond heart on one end and at the other—
“It’s a bunny,” I said softly. “A heart and a bunny.”
“Mmhm.” Baelor kneaded my hip. “Do you like it?”
“Of course I do.” I smiled up at him, genuine this time. “Thank you, Daddy.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“You want to try on Daddy’s gift?” Baelor asked, putting out his cigarette.
“Oh, um, we don’t have to, it’s fine. We can just go to bed,” I said quickly.
“Bunny.” Baelor cupped my jaw. “I bought that because I wanted to see it on you, not because I wanted to admire it in a box. Now, I don’t know what has gotten into you today, but you can either go switch out your jewelry yourself or you can let Daddy do it.” His gaze was firm but tender and suddenly I felt extremely guilty.
“You can do it, Daddy,” I murmured.
“Good girl.” Baelor kissed my forehead. “Go get comfortable on the bed. I’ll make sure this,” he gently took the box back, “is clean.”
I crossed the bedroom quickly to our large walk-in closet and hung up my dress, then moved to the bed, laying down with my legs over the side. I fiddled with my rings, listening to Baelor wash his hands and the jewelry. I kept my eyes on the ceiling as he knelt between my legs and pulled my panties to the side.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured. “I’m so lucky that it’s all mine.” I bit my lip to keep from snapping at him to shut the fuck up.
I felt him carefully unscrewing the top ball of the barbell I had in. He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh as he slid it out. Changing the jewelry on my clit piercing didn’t hurt at all, but it was an odd sensation, and I appreciated his concern that it might cause me even a bit of pain. He really was too good a man for me. I took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what, bunny?”
Baelor slowly slid the new barbell in, tilting his head to kiss the inside of my other thigh. I swallowed, then pushed myself up on my elbows to look down at him. He calmly met my gaze, screwing the little bunny on.
“For making you tired. For wanting so much.” I blinked back my tears. “I’m sorry for being such a pushy, greedy slut.”
Baelor stood, holding my gaze for a moment, then slowly looked me over. I held still, despite how much I wanted to curl up and hide. His brow furrowed and a small sound of discontent left him, then he turned away, moving towards the closet. I pushed myself upright and crossed my legs on the bed, watching him.
“I don’t recall ever calling you a pushy, greedy slut,” Baelor said, unbuckling his belt; when I didn’t respond, he flicked his eyes to me, brow arched. “Bunny. Have I ever said such a thing?”
“No.” The arched brow remained. “No, Daddy.”
“Hm.” Gaze back on the hangers in front of him. “So this is an opinion of yourself you formed independently?"
“I, well, not exactly.” I looked down at my lap. “My ex said that about me.”
“The one I met?” Baelor called, having gone deeper into the closet.
“No, Danelle would never. It was the guy before her. Addam. He said he ought to lend me out to his friends, so he could get a few good nights of sleep uninterrupted by my filthy whore cunt rubbing on his leg.” I swallowed the memory, my right thumb rapidly circling the ruby that bound my left hand. “That was what made me break up with him.”
“This is the one from Texas, right?” Baelor reappeared, frowning and shirtless. “The one who’s had to be bailed out by his father’s oil money five times?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I didn’t dare look directly at him. “But it doesn’t matter who said it, I know you’re thinking it.”
“Now, bunny, why on earth would you believe that I shared any opinions about you with that overgrown fratboy?” Baelor had crossed back to the bed as he spoke, and stood in front of me once more. Two of his fingers pressed under my chin, tipping my head back. I stared up at him, unsure of what to say, a tear escaping.
“Bunny.” He shifted, his hands cradling my face. “Tell me why you’ve said such unkind things about yourself.”
“It’s the truth,” I said bitterly. “I’m too much. I ask for too much of your time, too much of your energy. I’m a selfish whore.”
“That is not—”
“You said so!” I angrily interrupted him. “You told Maekar I was starving for flesh! You complained that I want your touch too often! You don’t want me around!”
Baelor was still for a moment, guilt and sympathy glistening in his eyes. His thumbs stroked my cheeks, then he bent and kissed my forehead, sighing softly as he straightened again.
“I’m sorry, bunny. I didn’t intend to shame you, but I see how my words could be felt as such. It’s true that you have a very high sex drive, but that is in no way a negative. I feel incredibly honored that a woman as smart and kind and beautiful as you lusts for me with a fervor. I pray that fervor never lessens.”
“Really?” My expression brightened. “You don’t want a break from me?”
“Really.” Baelor smiled. “I want you beside me always, every moment of every day.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning forward to press my cheek to his stomach. Baelor softly stroked my hair with one hand, the other resting in the middle of my back.
“Bunny,” Baelor spoke quietly after a minute, “there is something we still need to address.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back, so we could look one another in the eye. “You spoke in a rather cruel manner about yourself. That is not acceptable.”
Baelor turned and sat beside me on the bed, then wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me across his lap, making me squeak in surprise. My chest was pressed down into the bed by the large hand between my shoulder blades; my toes brushed the rug, giving me very little purchase.
“Baelor, I—”
A sharp pinch on my ass cut me off. “You know what to call me, bunny.”
“Daddy, I didn’t do anything!” I whined.
“You used demeaning language towards yourself.”
“So?” I huffed.
“So, bunny,” Baelor drawled, his free hand dragging up and down the back of my thigh, “I have certain expectations of you. One of those is that you do not put yourself down. We have discussed this before.” I let out an annoyed little grunt of acknowledgment. “Do you remember the rules, bunny?”
“I keep count and I don’t complain,” I replied sullenly.
“Good girl. Since this is a repeat lesson, you’ll get twelve this time.”
“Twelve?” I craned my neck around to glare at him. “But Daddy—”
Baelor’s hand flicked up from my shoulder blades and tugged on my hair. “One more word that isn’t a number or ‘yes, Daddy’ and you’ll get them from my belt instead of my hand. Do you understand, bunny?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Baelor released my hair and shifted his arm so his elbow rested at my nape and his fingers were splayed over the small of my back. I loved when he did things like that, casually holding me in place. With him, it made me feel safe. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; as I exhaled, Baelor’s palm made contact.
“One,” I said calmly.
Two and three landed in the same spot, making my eyes start to water again. Four, five, and six marked the other cheek. Baelor paused for a second, letting me take another deep breath. Seven and eight lower and harder, making my thighs quiver. I was dripping now, the pain both arousing and soothing, my mind quickly sinking into that familiar soft warmth. Nine and ten higher again, on the outer of each cheek. Another pause. My leg was bent up, my thigh held in place between his knees. Knuckles brushed lace.
“Eleven!” I gasped with a jerk of my hips, startled by the smack to my yearning cunt. “Twelve!”
“There we go,” Baelor murmured, caressing the back of my thigh once more. “Good girl.”
I took a few seconds to gather myself, then wiggled in his hold, shifting to look up at him. Baelor smiled softly, removing his arm from my back to cup my cheek, and bent to kiss me. His fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, making me whine and arch, trying to get him to relieve the ache.
“Bunny,” Baelor spoke softly, leaning back just enough to look me in the eyes, “if you want something, you need to use your words.”
“Need you, Daddy.” I pouted. “Need you between my legs.”
“Mm.” His fingers rubbed over my panties, my wetness clear even with the barrier. “You’ve made quite a mess here, bunny.”
“I didn’t mean to, Daddy. Been aching since I had your cock in my mouth,” I told him. “I tried to take care of it.”
“I know you did. Rutting on my shoe, all desperate, hm?” He gently massaged my cunt, thumb rubbing against the inside of my ass cheek, making me long for more.
“Daddy, mm, wanna be full.” I shifted my face in his hand and licked his other thumb. “Please, Daddy.” Baelor smiled, sliding his hand to my hip and guiding me to stand between his legs.
“My poor little bunny, such an affectionate thing you are.” He looked me over. “Let’s get this pretty lace off you, before Daddy accidentally ruins it. Turn around, bunny.”
He quickly undid the hooks at my back, dropping my bra to the side. His palms smoothed over my sensitive ass, then he slowly pulled my panties down, leaning in to kiss over my reddened flesh as he did. I stepped out of the soaked lace and was gently turned back around by the large hands at my hips.
“Go choose a plug while Daddy gets his pants off.” The direction was given with a tender smile, one that made my heart sing. I scampered into the closet and knelt to pull out the bin we kept our toys in. I tilted my head, pondering for a moment, then picked up my selection and pushed the bin back into place. I ran back out and over to Baelor, who was standing next to the bed, now completely naked, and placed it in his waiting hand.
“To match your gift, Daddy.” I smiled up at him, very pleased that we had one in gold with a clear gem. I liked when things matched.
“Good choice, bunny.” Baleor stroked my hair. “Now, bend over the bed.” I did as he asked, arching my back slightly and receiving a hum of approval in response. I heard him quickly preparing the plug, then felt his hand on the small of my back and the tip at my hole. Gentle as always, Baleor slowly pushed it in.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, stepping back. “Oh, you are a pretty little picture there, bunny. Plugged, with your clit all dressed up, ass red, and just dripping away.” I felt the fuzz of submission click tighter around my mind, the yearning to be admired and praised raising its insatiable head.
“Daddy, please,” I breathed, feeling my arousal leaking from me at what would be an embarrassing rate if it weren’t my husband both causing and witnessing it. “It aches.”
“Mm. Alright.”
Baelor grabbed my hips and moved me fully onto the bed, turning me over. He knelt between my legs, kissing me, one hand fondling my breast. I rocked my hips up, rubbing against his cock; Baelor chuckled, pulling away.
“Not yet, bunny. Daddy needs to taste you first, then you can have this cock.”
His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me open. His eyes remained locked on mine as he licked over the entirety of my cunt, teasing me even more. My brow furrowed pleadingly, my whole body aching for release. Baelor lifted his head to smirk at me, then bent again and closed his lips around my clit. I immediately arched up, pressing down towards the delight of his mouth, moaning loudly. His beard rubbed at my sensitive skin wonderfully, his tongue flicking with precision. It took only a minute for my orgasm to tear through me, incredibly pent up as I was.
Baelor didn’t let up.
I squirmed, trying to catch my breath, but he laid his arm over my stomach, pressing my hips into the bed. I whimpered and grabbed his other hand, pulling it up. When I took two of his fingers in my mouth, Baelor groaned, the vibration tingling in my cunt and making my eyes roll back. I lost myself in the pleasure of Baelor’s mouth, orgasming twice more, sucking on his fingers all the while. When he finally pulled his head away, I was boneless and glassy-eyed—submission had curled fully around me. Daddy moved up over me, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I loosely wrapped a hand around his cock, lazily stroking. Daddy leaned back just enough to see my face.
“Bunny, can you focus enough to ride Daddy?” he asked. I nodded, wiggling out from under him. Daddy smiled, sitting back against the pillows, hands on my waist to steady me as I carefully lowered myself onto his cock with a soft whine, nails digging into his chest. I took a deep breath, then began to move, rolling my hips slowly.
“Come now, bunny, you can do better than that,” Daddy softly chastised. I frowned at him and he arched his brow. “If you want to be filled with Daddy’s cum, you better start bouncing on Daddy’s cock.” Fine. I moved my hands to his shoulders and used the leverage to work myself up and down, my breathing quickly becoming heavy again.
“Good girl, such a good girl for Daddy.” Kisses to my cheeks and neck, little praises that sparked in my chest. “My precious bunny, fucking herself so well.”
My thighs burned. I was so close. I met Daddy’s eyes, my own filling with tears once more.
“Daddy,” I panted, “wanna cum, please please, need, need…”
“Shh, Daddy’s got you.”
One hand at the small of my back, pushing me to arch my chest up towards him. The other gliding lower. Daddy’s tongue flicked over my nipple once, before he took it in his mouth and sucked, and simultaneously pressed a finger to my plug. A shudder ran through my body, my hips jerking, my head falling back, a loud moan leaving my lips. I was given only a second to breathe, then I was lifted and turned around and Daddy was thrusting back into me, his chest against my back. Fingers were laced with mine, wedding rings rubbing together. His other hand grabbed my jaw, holding me in place.
“Good bunny, good,” Daddy grunted as I whimpered, my thighs shaking. “Shh, take it, take it, good.”
“Too much! It’s too much!” I sobbed, even as my back arched to meet him. “Daddy, too much!”
“Shh, shh, Daddy’s almost there.” He kissed just below my ear. “Cum one more time for Daddy, bunny. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” He released my jaw to circle my clit, making me gasp. “Cum, bunny.”
“Daddyyyyy,” I groaned, my vision blurring. I vaguely felt him moan into my neck, his cum spilling hot inside me. For a minute, we didn’t move, simply breathing heavily against each other. Then, slowly, I stretched my arms out in front of me like a cat, and turned my head to look over my shoulder.
“Fuck do I love you,” I said, grinning at Baelor. “Thank you for all that.”
“Mm.” Baelor leaned down and kissed me, softer now, content and loving. “Thank you for allowing me to do all that.” He slid out of me carefully, and equally carefully slid the plug out of me. I sighed and rolled over, looking up at him with overwhelming love. Baelor cupped my jaw, thumb gently stroking across my cheek, his own eyes returning my emotion, and I finally felt that it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. This kind, smart, strong, patient man was in love with me. That was all I needed.
Well, and the bourbon still sitting beside our bed.
