Private Eyes P.2
Summary: August has to go away on business for five days, but while he is away, you suggest a bet between you. Whoever can go the whole week without touching themselves gets to do whatever they want to the loser. You can’t stand it on the last night, but you have no idea that August is watching you, and you’ve been caught red handed. Are you prepared for the consequences of August’s punishment?
Word Count: 1.5K
Warning: 18+ minors DNI, rope play, orgasm denial, fingering, oral (male receiving) Dom!August, Daddy Kink, belt whipping.
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You don’t know how long you sat on your knees, your head down, looking into your lap. Your body flooding with anticipation, moister seeping from your weeping slit as you wait. You try to remain calm, but it’s impossible as you listen to August moving around.
August whistles a tune as he goes through the cabinet where he keeps all of his toys. You’ve been together for quite some time, but even now you’ve never seen everything inside.
You only see what August brings out, and that’s it.
Sometimes when August was at work, you desperately wanted to open the cabinet and peak inside just to see what was there, all those hidden treasures he was just waiting to use on your cute little body.
Time passed, and you were fighting the desire to look up, to fidget where you sat waiting for him, but you already knew you were in for it.
What was Daddy going to do?
You swallow, shoulders trembling.
“Stay still, Angel.”
What does he have, eyes in the back of his freaking head? How did he know you even moved an inch? Of course, August could have been standing back, just staring at you and you never would have known it. You aren’t allowed to look up from your lap.
Ten whole minutes go by before you hear August come closer. “I guess you can’t obey when you want to.”
His fingers stroked your chin, signaling that you could look up at him now. He’s smiling, but it isn’t the smile you’re used to seeing. There’s something much darker there.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
You mewl as August crouches down to your level and affixes a collar securely around your neck.
“Oh, I know you are.”
With his thumbs and knuckles, he stroked your chin and cheeks. “I know that you’re sorry, baby.”
August smirked as he held up a length of braided pink cotton rope for you to see.
“Arms behind your back, hold your elbows and sit up straight.”
He wound, wrapped, and tied intricate, pretty little knots around your body until your arms were secured behind your back. “Feel this, Princess? When Daddy tugs you right here?”
You nod up and down. When August pulls on the ropes you feel them bite into your skin. Moving you in any direction. Like this, he has total control over you. Wherever he wants you to move, all he has to do is grab that length of robe binding your arms behind your back and rib cage and you must turn.
“Now.”
August was looking at you, pleased with his work as he stroked his fingers down your spine before grabbing the rope and towing you up to your feet as he directed you to the couch.
“Face down, ass up.”
As you climb onto the couch cushions, you hear the unmistakable sound of metal, he’s taking off his belt.
“Do you remember your colors?”
With a hard swallow, you hear the leather of his belt pull through the belt loops and the sharp sound as it snaps together in his hands.
You nod, and that is your first mistake.
The broad leather strap of the belt comes down on your ass cheek.
“Speak, Kitten. Use your words.”
“Yes.”
You quickly wet your lips with your tongue, feeling your ass tingle where the belt left a red mark along the cheek. August didn’t tell you to take off your bra or the panties so you try to stay still, perched where he directed you on the couch.
“Yes, what?”
Again, the belt came down on your ass cheek, this time harder, and you try not to squirm away as your thighs shake.
Hot burning tears well up in your eyes. You’re so nervous, making mistakes left and right, only making it worse on yourself.
“Yes, Daddy.”
This time, instead of the belt, you feel the back of Daddy’s hand stroke the place where the belt stung you, his hand turning over, palm molding to your cheek and squeezing.
“Good girl, tell me your colors and what they are for so Daddy knows you understand.”
You take a deep breath, ass arching into his soothing touch as your mind races. You really remember them. They were right there just a few seconds ago, but suddenly your mind is filled with a thick haze that makes it harder and harder to think. All you want right now is to feel Daddy keep spanking you with his belt and then his hand caressing the ouchies away.
“R-red means…. to slow down… a-and black means…. it means….”
You blink hard, shuddering. His hand leaves your ass and you just know that the belt is poised for another strike. You wiggle on your knees, the pulsing heat between your legs is driving you crazy, you can’t think, can’t even form the words on your lips.
“What does black mean, Princess?”
The tone in his voice tells you the belt is at the ready and he’s waiting for you to say the words and if you don’t, he won’t hesitate to use it on you again. With August, weakness isn’t an option, but you are weak and you know that’s part of why he cares about you so much. For August Walker, being weak, having weaknesses isn’t an option. Not in his life, not in his line of work. You are his only weak spot.
“It means…. stop.”
When the word rushes from your lips, you feel his hand return to your ass before he rips your panties down and touches your folds, stroking his fingers up and down, getting his fingers wet before two of them are thrust.
“Look at you, already a mess, my perfect little slut.”
August fingers you, hard and fast. The tempo isn’t mean for you to enjoy, it’s meant as a demonstration of the power he has over you. That even when he’s dealing out punishments, it still makes you wet, your body just can’t help itself. You’re addicted to him and that’s just the way that he likes it.
The whimpers that rush from your lips are hard to keep down. It’s been five days since you felt your Daddy inside you and he knows how badly you want him.
“Do. Not. Cum.”
August commands behind you but he adds his thumb on your clit, dealing out pressurized circles in a quick motion that are driving you straight towards climax.
“Don’t you dare cum, little girl.”
August moves, dropping onto one knee beside you as he grips your throat in his hand and yanks you up to look at him. Your cheeks are flushed. Tears are welling in your eyes and his fingers never stop.
“Pl-please…D-Daddy…I…I ca…”
All of your muscles tense and August jerks his hand away, he’s on his feet in a matter of seconds and the belt is reigning down on your ass, one blow after another.
“You think I can’t tell when you’re about to cum, Princess?”
You’re in tears be the time August stops, your ass is red and raw from the belt as he collapses onto the couch. He’s furious with you of course. You couldn’t hold it back.
You almost did it.
Right there on the cusp.
“Get up.”
August slaps your ass and you struggle to your feet, shaking as you wait for his next instructions. You’re walking on thin ice here as you swallow and sniff, doing your best to dry your tears.
“On your knees in front of me, mouth open.”
August unbuttoned and zipped his trousers, releasing the hulking shaft of his fat cock from them as you dropped onto your knees in front of him and he wrapped the belt around the back of your neck, plunging his cock down your throat.
“Maybe, the next time Daddy tells you to do something, you will fucking do it.”
Using the leverage of the belt on the back of your neck, he thrust his cock into your throat repeatedly, hammering until you were a mess, slobbering and red faces as your mascara ran down your cheeks in thick black rivers as he stretched your mouth open with his girth and pounded your throat raw before letting you up for air.
Only giving you a few precious breathes before dunking your head down on his cock again. Gurgling, gagging on him as your felt him swell in your throat.
You want to reach to him as he grunts, your eyes locking on his. August bares his teeth, snarling as his dick erupts down your throat.
His cum overflows your mouth as you try to swallow it all but it just keeps coming. August keeps a firm hold on the back of your head with his hand, holding you down until his cock stops pulsing and twitching in your throat just as your reaching the limit, your vision is growing blurred as he finally pulls you up and you can breathe again.
“Who do you belong too?”
“Daddy.”
Your voice rasps as he cleans your lips with his thumb, pushing every last drop of his cum that spilled out back into your mouth and you happily lick it off his thumb.
“That’s right, good girl. And what are you?”
“Daddy’s cocksleeve.”
August nods, a smile bristling his mustache.
“That’s a good girl.”