Crime and Punishment (Fyodor x Reader)
Kinktober Day 24: Edging Anemic daddy My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
First off this man is a puritan so I can only see him having sex with someone he is in a long-term relationship or married to. That being said, I also can see him using sex to reward or punish you. And also he would withhold sex to punish you as well. Just wanted to establish that.
"You've been more bratty than usual," your husband says, more of an observation, "Especially this past week. It displeases me greatly, you're hanging around Gogol too much, you're becoming like him"
"At least he gives me attention," it's a petty and immature thing to say but you have an agenda tonight. Fyodor has been more busy than usual, and whilst you understood that, it didn't erase your need for your husband. It's been weeks and you're pent up and at your wits end.
“Is that it, Myshka? You want my attention?” Your husband calmly stands up and walks over to you. His cold hand comes up to your face, caressing your cheek and making you lean into his touch.
“Yes, Fedya” you whisper softly.
“Very well, Malishka” your husband's arms slid around your waist, drawing you in closer, he leaned down and kissed you softly.
Leading you towards the bedroom, Fyodor nudges the door open, and guides you towards the bed, “Tonight I will give you my full attention”
Full attention was a terrible mistake.
Not only has your husband been lavishing you with pleasure, but he’s also been dangling the peak right in front of your face. Never once letting you come as he plays with your body like his cello.
You kick and scream, and cry out his name, begging for that sweet release but he denies it every single time.
Fyodor has you spread open, cold fingers working tirelessly against your pussy, he watches your face with a sick amusement. Making note of all your reactions, your sounds, and pretty little needy comments of desperation.
“You want my attention yet you cry when you get it” he tsks in faux pity, slapping your cunt. The impact makes you jolt, a sharp whimper escaping out your lips.
“Fedya, pleaseee” you beg, brows furrowing in need.
Your Fedya smirks and looks down at you, leaning down and kissing your forehead, “No” he whispers.
“This ought to teach you not to entertain Gogol”
“Gogol would’ve fucked me by now”
You shouldn’t have said that, dear god, you shouldn’t have.
Fyodor smiles softly and gets up, walking out of the room. Leaving you there, bound to the bed and twitching at the cold air of the night. He doesn't return until the next morning, watching silently as your snore, limbs tied to the bed, and cheeks tear-stained.
Yet your husband knows you're still far away from learning your lesson.