TW : Rough sex, rough fingering, fingering, spanking, hand play, dom/sub dynamic (dom jay, sub reader), possessive behavior, anger kink, degradation, insults, a sight of voyeurism, humiliation, overstimulation, ageplay undertone ("doll"), petplay ("doll"), dubcon, dirty talkkkk
Autor's note : 16 days it's in my draft I finally finished it yayyy
Okay.. Now... What if Jay was your rich and busy husband ?
Like.... So busy you can only see him early in the morning, late in the night. But somehow, those moments are only for you and only you, you're his priority.
So the morning, since you're used to waking up early, you get out of bed, take a shower, do your things etc. And you make your breakfast — for you and Jay.
Every morning, he wakes up, does his things and eats the yummy breakfast his lovely wife made for him, says thank you, kisses you. And your pussy. A morning kiss, nothing unusual, right ?
In fact, he first did it because he let his intrusive thoughts win. You were red like a tomato, moaned, so he found it cute and kept doing that every day.
But. This morning, he woke up a bit late, and was in a hurry. He ate so quickly you were afraid he would choke and die, but fortunately he didn't. He then kissed you, and slammed the door as he went out of the penthouse.
Jay was really late. His meeting couldn't really wait for him. But he made it through, drove maybe a bit too fast, and arrived with only one minute to spare.
And it's during that boring reunion that he remember what he'd forgotten this morning.
The morning was supposed to be ordinary. Just a kiss, a fleeting touch, a routine shared between you and Jay.
But now… now you couldn’t get him out of your head. His quick, almost careless kiss earlier, the way his hands lingered for a split second too long, the warmth of him pressed against you… it all played on repeat in your mind.
You tried to focus on something else — tidying the apartment, scrolling through your phone — but every thought, every movement reminded you of him. The ache between your thighs pulsed with every step, every glance at the mirror, at the way your body responded just from remembering.
He had left in such a rush, slammed the door behind him, and for a moment, the apartment felt painfully empty. You could still feel his hands in your memory, the ghost of his touch teasing your skin, making your nipples hard beneath your clothes.
You sat on the edge of the couch, fingers brushing your legs absentmindedly, trying to calm yourself. But nothing helped. Not the cold air of the morning, not the coffee you sipped too fast. Your body betrayed you, trembling, hot, hungry for him.
Then your phone buzzed. A message. “I’ll be late tonight, don’t wait for me, doll”
Your chest tightened. Frustration and need collided, burning through your veins. You sank to the floor, sliding your hands beneath your own clothes, heat pooling between your thighs, remembering the way he moved, the way he made you feel.
Every sigh, every whimper you tried to stifle made your pulse quicken. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut, as the thought of him took over completely. The ache, the anticipation, the memory - it all pushed you closer, teetering on the edge, until the only thing you could think of was him.
And just like that, the apartment, the empty room, the quiet morning — it all felt like it was waiting for him to come back and claim what was already burning inside you.
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The city hummed below, lights streaking past as Jay drove toward the penthouse. His grip on the wheel was tight, knuckles white, every muscle tense. He knew you were waiting for him. He knew exactly what he’d find.
And inside, you were lost. Fingers moving over your most sensitive spots, body trembling, breaths shallow. The memory of his hands, the thought of him, the ache he left behind everything had led to this. Every touch made you hotter, every whimper a tiny confession of need.
You didn’t hear the engine. Didn’t hear the soft growl of the tires on the road. But your body knew. It always knew. Every slick glide, every shiver, every roll of your hips whispered his name without you even thinking.
Outside, Jay’s pulse raced. The thought of you, like this, waiting… it made him harder, the outline in his pants betraying his own impatience. Every red light, every turn, only made him want to get there faster, to claim you before you could do more than tease yourself.
Inside, you were on the edge, thighs trembling, heart pounding. You bit your lip, trying to hold back, but the friction, the heat, the thought of him - it was too much. And just like that, your world split in two: the ache of your own body and the anticipation of what was coming from him.
The elevator dinged. And somewhere, you could almost feel him, just steps away, as your fingers moved faster, desperate, trembling…
Your fingers moved faster, hips rocking lightly, breaths hitching. You didn’t notice how desperate you were, how loud your little whimpers were.
And outside, Jay could feel it. He could feel how worked up you were from just the thought of him. His pulse quickened, hardness pressing against his pants, every instinct screaming as he neared the penthouse.
You didn’t hear the elevator, didn’t notice the faint click of his boots against the marble floor — but your body knew. Fingers trembling, breathing ragged, heart racing… you started moving faster, chasing your own pleasure.
He was closer. Every step brought him nearer. You pressed your thighs together, trying to contain yourself — but it only made it worse. Your hips rolled involuntarily, hands moving quicker, breaths shattering.
Then, the door swung open.
Jay stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes dark with anger and desire. He didn’t smile. No teasing, no playful glint—just pure, possessive frustration.
“You think you can do this without me?” he growled, voice low, dangerous. “You think you can touch yourself while I’m on my way, doll?”
Before you could even react, he stormed forward, grabbed you by the waist, and slammed you down across his lap. Your legs parted instinctively, wide, exposed.
His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place. His eyes burned into yours, dark, furious, possessive. “Look at you… so desperate, so reckless. You think I’ll let this slide?”
"You stupid little slut you think you can touch yourself without asking me ? You think you can, uh ?" His hand goes on your neck - not too thigh, just a reminder of who's in charge now.
"Since your stupid little pussy just need attention, I'm gonna be kind and give it attention, hmm ?"
His other hand goes down, almost touching your center...
"You're. Just. A. Stupid. Slut. That. Need. A. Fucking. Dick." He marked every words by a spanking, his palm slamming on you poor clit, making you squirm and scream his name.
"That's right. Yell my fucking name. Again." his fingers pinch your clitoris, hurting the small button and pushing you to the edge.
Your climax was so intense, you gripped his arm, your nails digging into his skin, as you eyes closed, his name rolling once again off your tongue.
Without even letting you rest, his hand spanked your pussy again.
"Now tell me whose pussy it is, uh ? Yours ? No... Tell me."
"That's right. SLAM. It's my pussy. SLAM. Mine to please, mine to touch. SPAM. Mine to see, mine to taste. SLAM. Mine."
Without you could understand what was happening, you came again on Jay's hand, your eyes rolled back, and you almost collapsed.
He didn’t let you catch your breath. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs brushing against your most sensitive spot, dragging small circles over your clit, teasing just enough to make you whimper.
“You think you can get away with this?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Touching yourself… while I’m on my way?”
You trembled beneath him, trying to squirm, but he held you firm. His fingers pressed a little harder, dragging up and down, eliciting soft moans that only made his eyes darken with possessive fire.
“Mine,” he hissed, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. “Every bit of you is mine, understand?”
Your breathing hitched, every nerve alive, but he didn’t push further. He let his fingers linger just enough, teasing, reminding you who was in charge… before pulling back slightly, leaving you gasping, needy, and utterly aware of him.
“Now, is your slutty pussy full, or does it still need my cock, huh?”
Thanks for reading, love <3 I kinda want to do a part 2 but I'm not really sure i'll make it... Should I ? Tell me because I can't decide...
LMAOOO I ALREADY PUBLISHED IT LONGGGG AGO BUT I FORGOT TO PUT THE TAGS. SO IM RE DOING IT :3
