Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day/night wherever you are in the world. I'm new here and saw you take requests. Please bare with me, I've never done this before lol. I was wondering if I could have a ministry Taker x fem gothic plus size reader fic? As for smut or fluff I'll honestly let you decide, I'm good with either. I just love ministry taker so much. He has me in a chokehold!
Hello, lovely Anon! I do hope you’re still around and didn’t give up hope of me ever answering you! Here is your beloved Ministry!Taker fic… (link to Part Two is at the end).
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You carefully apply liner to your eyes, the finishing touch to the smoky look. You know that he’s watching you intently - he always does, to the point where you wonder if he enjoys the ritual of make up as much as you do. You stain your lips a deep, dark red and then sit back and admire the finished product in the mirror.
“You’re beautiful.” The simple statement rumbles from him and you turn to look at where he sits on one of his thrones. This one is slightly smaller than the grand one in the great hall but it’s no less majestic for that. He smiles - an intriguing combination of pleasure, danger and barely-disguised lust - and strokes finger and thumb thoughtfully over his goatee beard. “Come here and sit with me.”
You stand up and turn with a swirl of your black velvet skirt as you smooth down your top, which is cleverly fashioned after his cloak with a deep hood that would hide your face if you used it. The sleeves flare out at the ends, adding to the flowing, floaty quality of the outfit. You slowly walk over to him with a confidence that a few months ago didn’t exist - he used to terrify you and when he plucked you from obscurity to be by his side, you’d barely been able to mutter two words to him. He had chosen, though, and you were to be his. He had seen something in you and so had persevered, not allowing you to be away from him for too long at a time, determined that you would not only grow accustomed to him but that you would learn to find pleasure in his company.
He extends a hand to you as you approach and unafraid, you reach out and take it as you step up on to the platform that the throne sits upon. You know that when he bids you to ‘come and sit with’ him then he wants you close and sure enough, he pulls you in and you hop up on to his lap. As huge as he is, you had been so self conscious the first few times; worried that you were not a waif-like figure. Such things are no longer a concern and you smile and lean against him as one powerful arm encircles you, his fingers stroking up and down your waist.
Your head tucks neatly under his chin if you press yourself fully to him, but you find that you’re feeling playful tonight. His immediate attention has been taken by the book that rests on the arm of the throne and so you slowly slide your hand up the centre of his back. He doesn’t react until you reach his neck, your fingers seeking the bare skin that hides beneath his mane of dark hair. You scratch the nape gently and he rolls his shoulders with a low, rumbling sigh of satisfaction. Encouraged, you turn your face up and deliver a row of small kisses to his jawline before reaching up to give a soft tug on his beard. He turns at that and you look up into stormy green eyes before giving a cheeky giggle, but your hand doesn’t relinquish its grip on the facial hair.
“Something ails you, my princess?” His voice is never particularly animated but you don’t find that scary anymore.
“You called me all the way over here, but seems you’re only interested in that book.”
His arm tightens around your ample waist while his other hand reaches up and covers over the one of yours that holds his beard. “Wanting some attention are you, little one?”
You nod as you give him a playful pout and a mildly pleading look. He guides your hand from his chin and then raises it to his lips, kissing it softly as you look on. He lets go of your hand and then nudges your chin up with one long finger. He kisses along your jaw just as you did to him and you close your eyes, enjoying the feel of the bristly hair against your skin.
“Such a stunning gothic beauty,” He murmurs into your ear, the timbre making you shiver pleasantly. “I knew from the moment I saw you that there was fire inside you.” He caresses the back of your neck with the tips of his fingers while his other hand seeks out the hem of your top so that he can touch bare skin. “It just needed someone to nurture that glow…” As his fingers stroke across your stomach you think back to the beginning of your time with him, when you used to try and move away from touches like this, fearing that there was ‘too much’ flesh there. Now you have no such worries and wriggle around, turning yourself in his lap as his kiss returns, to your mouth this time.
He teases your lips apart and you gladly open your mouth to allow his long tongue entry and place your hand on the side of his face. There’s still a part of you that can’t quite believe that you’re allowed to touch him, to kiss him and to lay with him. He chose you to be at his side; he chose to love you. You open your eyes and whimper slightly with disappointment as he draws back from the kiss and there’s amusement in his gaze.
“You’re wanting more, princess?”
“Always,” you reply, your thumb stroking his cheek.
“I rather fear that I shouldn’t.” He says teasingly. “You only just finished your make up and if I take you to bed then it’ll surely be ruined.”
You smile up at him and tug gently on his beard again. “I don’t mind.”
He growls at your latest assault on his facial hair and snaps his teeth playfully at your hand before standing up with you in his arms. You giggle delightedly as you know that nobody else sees this side to him.
“Very well, girl - you leave me no choice but to teach you some consequences for your teasing.” He dips his head and kisses you again before drawing back to nip at your lips with his teeth. You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and let your head fall against his chest as he carries you from the room while muttering dark, lustful promises.
So ! Could we have a NSfW undertaker (from black butler) loving to look at him in his fem! Partner (reader) having sex. Like his partner doesn’t know that he loves it so he makes sure, a little sneakily, to stand in front of a mirror….
Thanks !!
🌲| here you are! sorry this took so long. i read somewhere that his actual name was Adrian Crevan, but that didn't seem to suit him, so i just went ahead and referred to him as his original title. however, the reader refers to him as "Adrian." i hope that is okay! i also apologize if i don't characterize him well :)) happy reading<33
"I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you're finally gonna let me try makeup looks on you! You never let me before."
You had your boyfriend by his wrist, excitedly pulling him along with you to the bathroom with your makeup kit in your other hand. The Undertaker behind you had a waning smile on his stitched face, sharp green eyes possessing their usual mischievous glint- although at this moment, it seemed to be brighter than usual.
What you didn't know right now was that Undertaker was... extremely horny. His pants were tight, his groin ached, and it was all he could do to keep his hair carefully draped over the tent in his pants so that you wouldn't notice.
However- he didn't intend to remain in this state. He wasn't chasing only after his own pleasure- he wanted yours as well. Undertaker wanted to feel your wetness around his throbbing cock, hear your soft little whines as you begged him for more.
But more than anything, he wanted to see you.
That was why Undertaker had finally decided to allow you to do his makeup (he normally wouldn't because he's fond of the scar across his face)- it meant going to the bathroom in which there was a mirror that he could fuck you in front of. It was actually one of his biggest turn-ons- but the thing was, you didn't know that, and he definitely didn't feel like explaining one of his kinks to you. So this makeup thing had been the perfect opening.
Meanwhile, he had to concoct a response.
"Of course, lovely- however, you wouldn't have left me alone, anyway, hm?"
You grinned, eyes squinting shut. "Nope!"
The two of you arrived at the bathroom door at last, you flipping the light switch up as you pulled Undertaker inside behind you, at last releasing his arm to dart over to the sink counter and begin setting up your supplies. Meanwhile, the door shut and locked behind the Undertaker, who coyly slipped away from the door and made his way behind you.
You, oblivious to the Undertaker's plans, were cheerfully sifting through your makeup products, looking for shades that you thought would suit your eccentric partner. "Hm... what do you think of a dark red lip tint?" you asked him absently, narrowing your eyes in concentration. "Or maybe a light pink would work better..." You pouted your lips in thought. "Hm.."
It was while you were wondering about what lip shade would suit the Undertaker best that you suddenly felt two slender hands make their way around either side of your waist, squeezing gently. Caught off guard, you gasped slightly, starting to turn around. "What-"
Before you could even begin your sentence, the Undertaker whirled your body around to face him, your pelvis brushing against the erection in his pants. Your back was arched slightly over the counter, lips parted in surprise and your boyfriend's silver hair spilling onto your body.
Your eyes widened as it dawned on you why he had suddenly been open to you doing his makeup. He never had any intentions of anything like that- obviously what he had in mind was a bit more carnal.
You blinked a few times before grinning knowingly and rolling your eyes. "Asshole- you were never going to let me do your makeup, were you?"
"Clever," the Undertaker smirked, his hands sliding down your waist and his long fingers hooking around the waistband of your skirt. "Turn around for me, will you, dear? I want you to look at yourself the entire time."
You scoffed and looked away, but you obliged anyway, facing your own flushed face in the mirror. Slowly, the Undertaker lowered your skirt down your legs until it was resting on the floor around your ankles before getting rid of your underwear in the same manner. Gingerly, he slipped one cool hand up your shirt to wrap it around your waist before leaning over your shoulder and turning his head to kiss your neck, his gray hair spilling all down your upper body. Immediately, you dropped your eyes, the sensation of his warm lips on your skin distracting you as you let out a soft sigh.
Even without looking, Undertaker somehow knew you weren't facing the mirror anymore, and lifted your chin with his other hand, his lips barely brushing the tip of your ear as he spoke. "Now, now, lovely, I do recall telling you to face the mirror- did I not?"
You nodded warily, reluctantly looking back up. Undertaker's lips spread into a wide grin that displayed his sharp teeth, nipping at your earlobe once before sucking the spot just behind your ear, making your last breath come out shaky. The hand that had been around your waist slithered down your stomach until his fingers were tracing over your moist sex. Sensing his hair, you started to look down, but remembered to keep your eyes straight ahead at the last second.
"My, my, wet already?" Undertaker chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as he ran a single finger up your slit, making you gasp. "Don't forget, sweetheart- keep your eyes on your reflection." With that, he dipped his middle and ring fingers inside of you, eliciting a strangled cry.
His fingers at first moved slowly, teasingly, but as he watched your face begin to melt in the mirror Undertaker decided to move faster, relishing in the whimpers coming from you, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. His thumb rose to your clit to brush over it gently with his fingers still pumping within you, your legs squirming as you tried to get out of his grip.
"Mm, Adrian-" You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, moving your hips with the Undertaker's fingers.
"There you go, my dear- move just like that for me." His other arm squeezed your waist roughly, preventing you from breaking free of his grip, the only movement you were able to make the one you were making now. But soon the Undertaker restricted that as well, forcing you to stay still while he only fingered you faster.
You had to drop your hand from your mouth to grip the counter, doing your best to keep looking in the mirror with the Undertaker's sly grin behind you. His hand was just a blur now; your moans increased in volume and your legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Ah, legs are shaking already, angel? Does it feel that good?" the Undertaker cooed mockingly. Your face was hotter than ever and it was all you could do to keep from shrieking.
"Oh, oh, fuck- Ad- Adrian, slow down-" You could hardly form a sentence, your breathing was so ragged. The pleasure was building up so rapidly that you were almost sure you'd come right there, and your sweaty, disheveled reflection only served to fluster you more.
The Undertaker, however, adored the feeling of your warm wetness engulfing his fingers and how your whines and pleas sounded- they were music to his ears. Of course, he didn't plan to only finger you- but to lengthen his fun (and your misery), he made a show of mulling it over.
"Hm? Slow down? Is that what you said?"
"Ye- ah! Oh- oh, fuck-"
The Undertaker tilted his head to one side, feigning confusion. "Darling, you have to know that I simply will not be able to understand you if you keep stuttering like that."
Eyes rolling back into your head, you made a half-hearted effort to squirm out of his steel grip but to no avail. "Slow- slow down, please-"
"Ah! That's what you're saying. Why did you not say that before? Slow down... I suppose I'll have to think it over a while..."
Your clit was swollen and achy, and you could feel yourself leaking around the Undertaker's fingers- you were already near overstimulated, and you had yet to even orgasm. Still, you couldn't manage to squeeze out another plea, lost in your constant whimpers and moans.
Oh, but how pretty you looked in such a state of disarray, glossy lips parted, hair sticking to your glistening face, your stomach heaving up and down. And the adorable flush on your face as he forced you to hold your own gaze in the mirror- the Undertaker hated for it to end, even for a second. But he wasn't finished yet, and he certainly wouldn't want you to come already before he even got to penetrate you himself.
"Well, alright- if you say so." The Undertaker withdrew his fingers abruptly, releasing your waist as well. Exhausted and legs still quivering, your body slumped, your breath short.
The Undertaker was appalled. "Spent already, lovely? I'm afraid that just won't do- now I need you to be a doll and bend over, alright?"
Still trying to catch your breath, you did so without a fight. Staring at your suddenly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror in front of you, you heard the Undertaker undress behind you before you felt his hands grip you firmly on the hips. You could only catch a brief glimpse of his bare legs and pale body before his eyes overtook you, glinting brighter than you'd ever seen them.
"Now- let's see how fast you can come, shall we, pretty?" the Undertaker laughed before spearing his length into you, ripping your breath away; you suddenly felt completely filled.
The Undertaker's pace quickened faster than you could register, and picking up where he left off, you were already close to orgasm, moaning more than before. Faint groans could be heard from the Undertaker as well as he pounded into you, barely allowing you time to recollect yourself from before as he chased his own release. You could almost feel him brush your cervix, whimpering frantically while the ecstasy overwhelmed you. You could feel his chartreuse eyes burning into you from the mirror, watching you as you approached your climax.
Finally, the knot that had been tightening in your stomach was ready to snap, and you managed a choked "Adrian, I- I'm going to-" before feeling your fluids spill all over his dick and drip down your inner thighs. Your vision went white for a split second, overstimulation setting in; the Undertaker did not let up one bit.
It was only after drool had begun leaking from your mouth and you could hardly stand that Undertaker finally came, his cum flooding your insides following a stifled groan. You felt that, too, slide down your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, slumping over on the counter the second the Undertaker let go of your hips.
Your boyfriend seemed to gather himself more quickly than you did, moving towards you with a smirk as he promptly lifted you up by the waist and sat you down on top of the counter, ignoring the fact that he was still naked.
"You did quite well, my dear," Undertaker praised you, lifting your chin up with a single finger. "My, my I didn't imagine you'd be this fun to fuck in front of a mirror." He shook his head, letting his hair fall back in front of his eyes. Then, with a wide grin, he tapped his temple. "I wonder what the Phantomhive butler will think when I make a joke of this!"
Can I please have a ABA!taker and idk if you write for transmasc reader but if you don't that's fine, M if you don't, but for the idea.. maybe reader was getting a littlee to close with another wrestler and taker decides that if he wants to act like a slut he gets to be treated like one. Kinks are up to you, have a good day !
Your ask was delicious, thank you! I will say now that I’ve never before written a transmasc reader / character, so I hope I did OK (polite, constructive feedback on that happily accepted). I threw a a couple of kinks at it and I hope you enjoy!
Also, apologies for no title. I’ve sucked at titles, recently.
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You sit on the table, swinging your legs as you chat to Hunter. You’re in your usual jeans and t-shirt while he’s bare chested, all tanned and rippling muscles. You love tagging along to shows with Taker because it means getting to hang out among some serious chunks of eye candy.
The conversation between the two of you isn’t deep; just polite small talk and rehashing the action from the night. After a while, Edge wanders over to join you both and then you’re effectively sandwiched between them, laughing despite yourself at Hunter’s terrible jokes.
There’s movement at the door and you look up to see Taker stood there. He must have just finished filming a promo because he’s in black jeans and a Deadman Inc shirt, with a black and white bandana on his head. He doesn’t say anything but there’s a certain look in his eyes that is just plain feral. You’ve seen it before - it happens when he’s feeling particularly territorial over you and just at that moment, a little devil perches itself on your shoulder and you decide to play with him just a bit.
You reach up and rest your hand on Hunter’s bicep before squeezing it lightly and so he flexes it on purpose and you let out a shy giggle as your other hand settles momentarily on Edge’s slender hip.
You practically hear Taker’s patience go ~snap~ and in the next second he’s across the room, has hold of your wrist and is pulling you from the table…
“OK, we’re outta here. Say goodbye to your friends.” His voice drips with sarcasm on the last word as he begins to tow you across the room and you look back with a grin and a shrug as the two men watch you leave.
“They’re really nice those two, huh?” You say as you trot a bit to try and keep up with his pace. He doesn’t answer and a pleasant tension begins to knot in your stomach. “I mean, sometimes I don’t know what to expect if I’ve only ever seen their gimmicks and—”
“Button it.” He interrupts and so you fall silent. He stops at a door and peers through the small glass panel before shoving it open with such force that it bangs back against the wall. He casts you ahead of him into the room and then kicks the door shut before turning the lock and then wedging a chair under the handle for good measure. He drops his bag on the floor and then fixes you with a glare that tells you this is game on.
“You playing games with me, boy?” His voice is calm but the set of his shoulders is anything but.
You plaster a look of innocence on to your face but you can’t stop the blush that heats your cheeks. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean…” He gives a derisory snort and then steps up close and wraps a hand loosely around your throat. “You acting the slut back there with those idiots, that’s what I mean.”
You swallow and look up at him, all wide-eyed. “I - I wasn’t! I just—”
He cuts you off with a slap to your cheek - enough to sting a bit, but not to cause any damage. “Seems to me like if you’re gonna act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” He releases your neck and pushes you back a couple of steps. “Get those fuckin’ clothes off.”
Your blush deepens but you obey, kicking out of your sneakers and pulling your t-shirt over your head. You hesitate momentarily as your fingers move to the button of your jeans and he clicks his fingers impatiently.
“C’mon, move! I wanna see what belongs to me - right now.”
You nod quickly without looking at him and do as you’re told, discarding the bundle of denim to one side, before standing straight again. Taker has his arms folded and shakes his head slowly as he looks at you.
“Fuckin’ knew it. No underwear.”
Your head jerks up at his proclamation because of course he knew - it was him that told you this morning to forego underwear when he saw you about to put the shorts on. You arrive at the sudden realisation that while you thought you were playing with him just now, he was at least one move ahead.
He takes a couple of steps forwards and rests his huge paws on your shoulders. “All mine,” he mutters quietly as his hands move down, fingertips ghosting over the pink crescent-shaped scars on the way down to your hips. “Ain’t that right, huh?”
You let out a shaky breath and nod, only for him to slap your face again. “Answer me, boy!”
It’s a total cliche, but he really is sexy when he’s angry, even if he’s only playing at it. “I’m yours!” You say quickly and then add quietly, “I’m yours, daddy.”
“Yeah…” The side of his mouth curls up into a smirk as he croons the word and then abruptly pulls you tight against him with one hand while the other grips into your hair, forcing your head right back to look up at him. “Now daddy’s gonna lay his belt across your ass; teach you what happens when you try to test me.”
He keeps his grip on your hair, dragging you across the room to where a table sits against the wall and pushes you down over it. He holds you against the cold, hard surface while his free hand works at his belt buckle and then you hear the hiss of leather against denim as he pulls it from the loops.
“Daddy, plea—” you begin to speak but he cuts you off.
“Boy, unless the next words out of your mouth are gonna be, ‘please strap my ass’ then forget it.” You obediently fall silent and he kicks your feet apart a little. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He doubles the leather over in his hand and then snaps it down across your ass, making you shout in a combination of pain and surprise. He gives you a half dozen or so more, the heavy leather leaving vivid pink welts across your skin as you unsuccessfully try to wriggle out of the way. Despite your protests, you feel the heat gathering between your legs along with that desperate desire to be touched. Damn, but he’s too good at this.
He tosses the belt down on to the table and hauls you up and around to face him by the scruff of your neck like an errant puppy. You notice that there’s a slight tinge of pink high on his cheekbones as he grasps your chin in his hand.
“Now, what d’you say?”
“Th - thank you, daddy.” Your voice is small, you’re out of breath and you’re wondering if that’s it.
“Yeah, we ain’t done yet.” He pushes down on your shoulders and you hiss as your tender ass comes into contact with the back of your heels. “That’s it… down on your knees, boy.” He takes his hands off you long enough to unfasten his jeans and shove them down to his thighs along with his underwear and then you’re being urged up and forward. You raise your hands with the intention of setting them on his thighs for support but that earns you yet another slap.
“Get your damn hands behind your back! Don’t need nothin’ ‘cept that mouth, you hear me?”
You whimper assent as you open wide and he pushes the head of his cock between your lips. His grip is tight on the back of your head as he forces you down and you gag slightly from the intrusion and your eyes begin to water.
“C’mon slut - you can do better than that. The way you were acting with your two friends back there? Know what you like… c’mon, further! You like playing the slut then that’s what you’ll get, ya hear? Look at me!”
You raise your tear-filled eyes to find him smirking down at you and you thrill to the feeling of being used like this for his pleasure. He holds you still as he fucks your mouth, pushing just that bit too far every so often so that you choke some more. You’re desperate to touch yourself but knowing he won’t allow it, you grip your hands together behind you for dear life. Taker is clearly chasing his climax now, his hand on his dick to give friction where you can’t reach despite him pushing you to the point of struggling for air.
“That’s it… little slut that likes swallowing dick, arentcha? Yeah… get it - oh, fuck - get it in there, slut that’s it… go on - fuck!”
You feel the first spurt hit the back of your throat and then the stuttering of his thrusts means that the rest lands on your tongue and he pulls out.
“Swallow it, slut. All of it.”
You do as you’re told, panting for breath all the while and never once taking your eyes off him. He’s catching a rest of his own and then still with a hand in your hair he reaches across for a chair and collapses into it, still with his jeans bunched around his thighs. You want to reach out and touch the pale skin with its smattering of coarse strawberry blonde hairs but you don’t dare. He pets lazily over your head and then looks down at you.
“You wanna cum, boy?”
The question catches you off guard but you’re not about to turn down the chance and so you kneel up a bit straighter and lick your lips before nodding. “Yes, daddy. Yes, please.”
He slides one of his feet out a little further and nods down at his leg. “Go ahead, slut. Hump it and get yourself off.”
You feel the deep blush suffuse your face but you’re so turned on that you can’t bring yourself to turn the opportunity down. Instead, you shuffle around until your knees are either side of the denim-clad leg and all you can think is that as soon as you press yourself against it, you’re going to get him very wet. You wait awkwardly, unsure whether you’re supposed to just...
“Get on with it, slut.” Taker says impatiently as he sits there, arms folded across his broad chest.
The command stirs you into action and you push your hips up and forward, dragging your clit across the denim. The delicious pressure makes you shudder and you know this isn’t going to take long. You press closer and grind against his shin, unable to stop the lewd moan that escapes and then you back off again to just brush back and forth across the rough material. A tell tale blush starts to spread across your chest and you chance a look up to find him staring down at you, lips slightly apart and then you notice that he’s already hard again.
“Look at you,” He says as he reaches for his dick and begins to stroke it in time with your own rubbing. “Desperate little slut getting off any way he can, aren’t you, huh?”
Turned on almost beyond all reason you nod and answer with a whimper, “Yes, daddy… please…” You dare to place your hands on his knee in a bid to work yourself harder against him, relieved when he doesn’t object.
“Please what, boy?” His stroking has become more urgent and you can feel his thigh tensing beneath your hands.
“Please - please can I come, daddy… sir, please?!”
He nods almost carelessly and you freeze in place for a few seconds, arching back as you reach the peak and then you resume grinding as you seek to draw out your orgasm. At the same time, Taker squeezes himself tight and you watch as more pearly white fluid overflows from the deep red slit. There’s a minute or so of quiet as breathing returns to normal and you press your mouth to his denim-covered knee before gently nuzzling in to clean him up. You only get a few licks in before he reaches down and scoops you into his lap, planting a lazy kiss on your lips.
“Think you needed that didn’t you, baby?”
You look up at him with a sleepy smile. “Thank you, daddy. Like being your slut.”
He kisses you again and laughs low. “Well, there’s always more where that came from, boy.”
If you're up for it, could you maybe write some american badass undertaker x fem reader fluff?when he first became biker taker he kept his hair long at first, right? -> okay, so I've had this stupid scenario in my head for quite some time: undertaker braiding his SOs hair and vice versa (idk i think that would be really cute :3 ) oh, and it would be really dope if he'd call the reader babygirl 🥺🥺🥺
Thank you!!
Hi hi, Anon! Thank you so much for this ask - it’s such a sweet idea! Sorry it’s taken me a while and I hope it’s what you were looking for…
He wanders into the room in his usual uniform of well worn blue jeans and a Harley Davidson t-shirt, glancing around as though he’s looking for something, before triumphantly seizes upon his hairbrush that he’d left randomly on one shelf of the bookcase. He takes the elastic out of his hair and shakes it loose while you watch from the couch, thinking how he looks like a great big lion shaking his head. He raises the brush and then you say quietly,
“Can I do it?”
He pauses and looks around and down at you. “Huh?”
You hold your hand out. “I want to brush your hair.”
He tilts his head to one side and a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Well, ok. Go ahead.” He hands the brush over to you and then just stands there as you figure out the mechanics.
“You’re gonna have to sit on the floor.” You gesture with the brush and so he does as you ask and takes a seat in front of the couch as you wriggle into a better position. You’re then faced with the magnificent red mane of hair and run your hand over it. You’ve never actually brushed anyone else’s hair and are suddenly worried about catching any knots. Concentrating furiously, you tease out a section and then brush the ends first before carefully working your way up to the roots and then finally combing through right over his scalp. To your surprise, he leans his head back a little more and practically purrs as it makes contact.
“Ohhh, that feels good, babygirl. You can take as long as you want with this, lemme tell ya.”
You smile delightedly and set about the rest with more confidence, working through it in sections and taking time to run your fingers through it as you go. You brush it forward over his shoulders and sneak in a little neck rub which after a short while has him tipping his head back so that you can plant a kiss on to his forehead.
“You’re spoiling me here, babygirl - gonna braid it for me, too?”
“Of course,” You smile and gently push his head forward again and start to brush again so that you can carefully separate the thick, red locks into three even sections. Once you’re satisfied you begin to cross the sections over in a tight, neat braid. All the way down until there’s just a few inches of hair and at that point you take the elastic and tie the whole thing off.
He tips his head back again and you smile. “Is it my turn now?”
You keep smiling, but your brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
He half turns and reaches around your waist with one arm. “C’mon down here and lemme do yours.”
Your eyes widen and you slide down off the couch to get into position, sat between his long, stretched out legs. You settle in and then have the wonderful sensation of his big hands on your head, gently stroking all your long hair back and smoothing it down. He picks up the brush and begins to work methodically with a gentleness belied by his general outward appearance. You feel him carefully ensuring that you have an even parting and then he takes one half and lays it over your shoulders and then you sigh with pleasure as you feel his lips press to the side of your neck, his stubble scratching over your skin.
“This really is nice, isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm,” he replies, lips still moving against you. “I’m gonna put you in pigtails, babygirl - I think that’ll look real cute.”
You giggle and nod and then hold still as he turns your head slightly with one hand and commences to braiding. He gets to the end and clearly realises that he needs an elastic and so shifts about to get his hand into his pocket, rummaging around until he finds one and then fixes it in place. He picks up the brush again and works on the other side and you can’t help pushing your head against it in order to get a scalp massage of sorts from the bristles. He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“Babygirl, you’re just like a kitten. Now, let’s get this braid all done, huh?”
You sit still again as he separates out the hair and methodically plaits it all the way down and this time you slip a hair elastic off your wrist and hold it up. He plucks it from your fingers and twists it around to fix the braid and then pats your hip.
“C’mon - hop up now.” You get to your feet and he follows you up and then sets his hands around your waist as he smiles down at you. “Yup, I knew it - my babygirl is pretty as a picture.”
“His and hers braids,” you reply, tossing your head side to side so that your pigtails dance. You reach for his and use the end to tickle his nose. “So, now that you made me all pretty, where are we going?”
You make a small jump and he boosts you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you.
“Well… seeing as our hair is all tied up good, why don’t we hop on the bike and go find lunch?”
You nod happily and press a kiss to his lips before he walks from the room to head to the garage with you still clinging to him like a koala.
Here we go again… it’s Tuesday evening here, so that must mean that it’s time for some Taker smut as The List goes on… Buckle up coz this one turned out to be looooong!
The List - Denial
It’s been a couple of months and you’re still working through the list. You don’t play every night but every ten days or so he’ll throw something in and you’re never disappointed, but there’s one thing in particular that you’re desperate to try and he hasn’t done it yet.
He’s been very clear all along that you being the submissive doesn’t mean that you can’t ask him for things and you’re really trying to get over your shyness and get the words out. You eventually manage it one evening when you’re curled up with a movie rental - it’s easier to do this with the distraction and background noise.
“You know my list?” You say, because that’s how it’s come to be known.
“I’ve looked at it once or twice, yeah.” He teases, squeezing your thigh and you smile.
“There’s something on it that we haven’t done yet,” you begin and he hits pause on the movie and looks around at you, making you curse inwardly - should have known better than to expect him to allow a distraction when talking about this stuff.
“You rethinking something on there?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… there’s a thing on there that I really want to try. I mean, soon.” You’re pretty sure that you’re blushing and feel glad that the lights are low due to the movie.
His arm was already around you and so he gives your shoulder a squeeze and says with a smile in his voice, “Are you asking for a scene, little girl?”
“I guess I am, yeah.” You reply and the slightest edge of defiance enters your tone as you add, “You said I could ask for stuff.”
“And you absolutely can,” he counters, moving his hand to stroke the back of your neck which makes you melt a little. “What is it you’re wanting to try in such a hurry?”
Nuts. Now you’re going to have to say it. “Denial,” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder so that you don’t have to look at him.
“Denial of what?” He replies and you know he’s intentionally playing dumb. “You want me to tell you that you can’t have any candy before dinner?”
“I mean orgasms.” The words come out a bit too loudly and you’re surprised by your own bluntness.
“Ohh, orgasms huh?” He caresses your thigh again with his free hand. “How long for?”
“What?”
He shifts position suddenly and the next thing you know he’s looming over you - it never ceases to amaze you at how fast he can move for such a large man.
“I could ban you from having orgasms for a week.” He kisses you softly - a quick peck. “Or a month,” He adds, kissing you again then pulling back to smirk at your horrified expression before going on, “or I could tie you down and bring you right to the edge over and over again until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“That,” you whimper at the mental image. “That last one.”
He kisses you yet again; a slow, deep press of his lips to yours and then a quick peck to the tip of your nose. “Duly noted.”
He settles back down again, hugging you to him and hits play on the movie. You press your thighs together, wondering how on earth you can be so turned on by just a few words. He idly reaches across and pushes your knees apart.
“Cut that out. Think I can’t see what you’re up to?”
Confused, you look around at him but his attention is on the screen. “I… I wasn’t doing anything,” you reply.
He pauses the movie again and then turns to you slowly and deliberately and says, very matter-of-fact, “You were squeezing your legs together, so you could get some feeling of pressure on your clit.”
You stare at him dumbly, feeling heat flood your cheeks - has he just started a scene right under your nose?
“Weren’t you?” He asserts, clearly looking for your admission of guilt.
You bite your lip and then nod. “Uh huh.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “What was that, little girl?”
Your stomach flips over because you’ve found that you love it when he does this - corrects you like this and makes you say the words.
“Yes sir,” you say quietly.
“That’s better. Now then you little slut, keep your knees apart and your hands away from your lap while we finish up the movie.” Despite the name-calling, his tone is affectionate as he takes your nearest hand and kisses it before lacing your fingers with his and hitting ‘play’ once again. You place the other flat on the couch and try to ignore the fact that your arousal is climbing.
Before too much longer, the movie’s credits are rolling and with a squeeze of your hand he switches back to the TV to catch up on the news. You’re slightly confused that he hasn’t spoken or even attempted to tease you, but then again… denial. He watches the headlines and you pay vague attention though your thoughts are most certainly elsewhere until he lets go of your hand and stands up, crossing to the bookcase where he reaches right up to the very top and there’s a clink of metal.
He turns back to you, handcuffs dangling from his finger and you don’t really consider exactly why there would be handcuffs on top of the bookcase because the jolt of lust that the mere sight of them causes eradicates any other thought.
“Been waiting a while to break these out,” he says as he advances and puts a large hand on your shoulder. “Lean forward, little girl…”
With a slight whimper, you do as you’re told and he takes one wrist and wraps the bracelet around it. The cool metal draws in against your skin as the ratchet clicks and you flex your fingers, testing this new sensation. You speak before he can ask, because you really don’t want anything to hold up what’s happening. “Green, sir - this is definitely green.”
He laughs, low and sultry. “Good girl. Hands behind your back, now.” You comply and he cuffs the other wrist and then gently guides you upright again. Your knees are still spread wide and he stands between them and looks down at you. “Want to know why I’ve just cuffed you like this?”
Head thrown back you gaze up at him and nod. “Yes please, sir.”
He smirks and then bends down until his face is just above yours, a hand snaking into your hair and holding your head still so you can’t move away - not that you’d want to.
“I did it because I have to go get some things together in the bedroom and I want to be sure that my horny little slut can’t touch herself while I’m gone.” He tightens his grip on your hair as he kisses you firmly and you moan into it as his tongue completes a thorough exploration of your mouth. After releasing you, he rummages in the pocket of his jeans and then examines the palmful of change that he pulls out. He sorts through and separates out some quarters while you watch curiously.
“Spread your legs further - keep your feet flat on the floor.”
You shuffle them apart a little more until he makes a noise of assent and then he takes two of the quarters, stacks them and places them carefully on the top of one of your feet before repeating the action on the other. You look up at him and he strokes a finger over your lips.
“If any of those coins have moved when I come back then you’ll have some explaining to do little girl,” he says. “You sit there quietly and wait for me, OK? You can pass the time by thinking about how wet you are… how good it’s going to feel when I touch you… and how long I’m going to make you wait to come.”
You purse your lips slightly against his finger in a small kiss and then say softly, “Yes, sir.”
“Call if you need to, baby girl.”
He leaves the room and you sit in silence, straining to hear what he might be doing though it’s pretty much impossible. You almost don’t dare breathe in case it makes the coins move, but his words are echoing around your head and you can’t help wondering what he’s planning. He said before that he would take you to the edge over and over…
After a while, you close your eyes and try to concentrate on your breathing but you’re already reeling from the fact that you’re sat here, hands cuffed behind your back and with a ‘trap’ set to ensure your obedience and all it does it turn you on even more. Gradually your head falls back until your face is turned towards the ceiling and you start to chew on your bottom lip.
“Now that is a beautiful image.”
His voice from the doorway startles you and your body jumps. You hear a tinkle as the coins fall and instantly panic.
“I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean that to happen, please I- ”
“Don’t worry about it, little girl; I was watching you for a minute or so and you were perfect. Get up and come over here.” His voice is soft and you feel relief at his breezy reply and move to stand up before realising that a bit more effort is required due to your restricted movement. Once on your feet you move over to him and he steps behind you, walking you to the bedroom where you instantly look around to try and see what he set up while you were waiting on him.
He flicks at the cuffs to release the ratchet and then rubs his hands around your wrists and up and down your arms.
“All OK? Not hurting?”
“I’m fine, sir. Nothing hurts.” You rotate your wrists and shrug your shoulders up and down as though to prove it.
“Good.” He walks around in front of you and folds his arms. “Strip.”
You blush. Despite everything, you blush as you reach for the hem of your t-shirt and pull it over your head. You pull off your socks, push down your sweats and panties in one bundle and then finally unhook your bra. He stands and looks you over for a while - you know that he gets off on you being naked while he remains fully dressed - before he collects your discarded clothing and tosses it to one side.
“On the bed, little girl. All fours, facing that way.” He indicates with a nod of his head and so you crawl on to the bed and get into position - he’s stood behind you now. “Knees further apart,” he says and so you shift accordingly. You wait patiently for your next command, but nothing happens for a minute or so and then he moves around the bed and then his denim-clad crotch is directly in your line of sight.
“Look at me.”
You raise your head until you can meet his eyes and revel in his hungry gaze - his eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans down slightly.
“Your pussy is soaked, you know that?”
A tiny part of you wants to roll your eyes at him and give a, ‘well, duh!’ answer just to see what would happen, but this isn’t the scene for it so instead you give a slight nod and reply, “Yes, sir. I want you.”
He smirks. “Oh, I know you do. But tonight ain’t about what you want.”
You swallow and think briefly how odd these games are sometimes. After all, he’s going to spend the night doing precisely what you’ve asked for. He reaches out and brushes his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing a little and so you open your mouth and take it inside. You suck on it for a second and let your tongue explore the digit, across the rough pad and then up and over the smooth nail. As he takes it out again you allow your teeth to scrape gently over his skin, just as he likes you to do with his cock.
He walks back around the bed, trailing his fingertips across your skin and then you feel his fingers between your legs, exploring, parting you to his gaze and you blush again. Instinctively you push back, silently begging for more but all that gets you is a hard smack on your ass.
“Keep still, slut! You’re here for my pleasure - nothing else.”
You close your eyes tight for a second, feeling another rush of submissive lust at the treatment and words. Your fingers dig into the duvet as you try to freeze in place but then he pushes one thick finger inside you with no warning and you drive yourself back on to it eagerly. Instantly he withdraws it and his heavy hand crashes down on to your backside again.
“What did I just say, slut?” He spanks you a second time. “Huh?”
“To k-keep still, sir - I’m sorry!”
He brings his hand up sharply and lands a third smack right on to your pussy and you shout in a mixture of pain and surprise.
“Seeing as you can’t do as you’re told, we’ll change things up a bit.” He takes hold of your hair, urging you to your feet. “Get up and wait by the door, hands on your head.” He pushes you gently in the right direction and you take up position as he adds, “And don’t drip on my floor, or I’ll have you licking it up.”
You suppress a moan at the image he’s just inserted into your mind and you can’t help wondering whether he really would do that… and whether you would. You watch as he strips the duvet and pillows off the bed, setting them to one side and then he commands you over to lay on your back. Once you’re in place he opens a drawer in the chest and takes out some leather cuffs and lengths of rope - you know that’s not their usual home and so that must be where he’s put the things that he had to ‘get ready’. In a matter of moments he has your wrists and ankles cuffed and tied to the bedposts and he stands back, arms folded and with a look of satisfaction on his face.
“Struggle for me, little girl. Show me that I tied you tight enough.”
You pull hard at the bonds - well, as hard as you can given your spreadeagled position and sure enough the knots don’t give. He smirks as he watches you and then kicks off his boots and strips off his shirt before settling on to the bed next to you. He dips his head and circles one of your nipples with his tongue before nipping at the surrounding flesh. His bristly facial hairs drag across your skin and you want to arch up towards him but he has a firm hand on your shoulder, holding you down. You moan with pleasure as your fingers repeatedly clench into fists and then his mouth travels to your throat, teasing you again with lips, teeth and tongue.
“So sensitive here aren’t you?” He comments, lifting his head.
“Yessir…” You slur the words together and then squeak as he bites down right across your windpipe, like a wolf about to feast. Not hard of course but the show of dominance is just delicious. He kisses his way down across your collar bone and then begins to work on your other nipple and you can’t help squirming.
“Such a horny little slut,” he mutters and then returns to teasing the hard bud while he slides a hand down and dips a finger into the wetness between your thighs. You moan through clenched teeth as he drags his finger back up, brushing lightly over your clit - you feel as though you’re on fire.
“Please…” You whimper, already desperate for more contact, more pressure - anything.
“Please what?” He asks. “I know you’re not fixing to come already… Not after I told you that this is about my pleasure.” He slides his finger across your bottom lip to paint it with your wetness and your tongue darts out instantly to lick it.
“Let me please you, sir…” Even though you told him only an hour ago that you wanted to try denial, your baser instincts just want a climax or two. If you can hurry things along then your desire will get met, you just know it.
He laughs softly and brushes over your clit again. “You are pleasing me, little girl. I’ve a mind to watch you get so wound up you can’t stand it - that’s what’s gonna please me.”
He looks at your flushed face with a devilish grin and then puts his hands on your hips to hold you in place before dipping his head. He slowly licks a stripe up over your entrance and then snakes it carefully around your clit, nearly touching but not quite. He repeats the trail a few times and then finally fastens his lips over the sensitive button and sucks rhythmically. You sink into the feeling of the persistent stimulation and you know that it won’t be long now. Your climax is right there, like a band of white-purple light just out of reach but if he keeps going the way he is… keeps going… keeps… going…
He stops and lifts his head, even going so far as to have the gall to lift one of his hands, enabling him to rest his chin on it and smirk at you properly.
“Aww, were you really getting into that, little girl?”
The submissive thrill you get at the fact that he’s completely controlling your pleasure surprisingly outweighs the abrupt cessation of attention and you just nod at him, though you’re pouting.
He slides a finger back inside your heat and pumps it slowly in and out. It feels wonderful, and not as intense as having your clit stimulated. “You’re soaking wet, little girl. I’ve only got one finger in you, but here you are drenching my whole hand.” In order to prove it, he withdraws his finger and holds his hand up towards the light and sure enough, you see the skin glistening. He looks from it, to you and then back again before sliding two fingers back inside you. He crosses one over the other as he begins to finger fuck you with hard, rapid strokes.
You lift your head to watch him, determination on his face and you pull at the ties and lift your hips as best you can to try and change the angle. It feels good already, but you know if you can just tilt for him to hit that special spot then it will be even better and stand a chance of tipping you over the edge.
“I can feel what you just did y’know,” he says as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you. “You’re working real hard for this… you gonna come if I keep this up, huh?”
“Yes, sir… ahh, fuck… yesss!”
“Yeah, I bet that would feel real good wouldn’t it, little girl?”
“Please, sir… please let me…” He’s smiling, so that has to be a good sign. Your toes curl and that warm coil winds tighter. The way his knuckles are brushing against your walls is just so good…
“I don’t think so, slut.” He ceases all movement and withdraws his fingers slowly, wiping them against your thigh before putting them to his mouth to chase the rest.
You lay there panting hard as that white-purple light ebbs away again to a dull glow on the horizon. You make a noise of frustration at the sudden empty feeling and pull at the ropes in a mini-tantrum which makes him laugh nastily and place his huge hand around your throat. Not squeezing; he just lets it rest there and then leans down.
“Now, now, slut. I wouldn’t recommend giving me any attitude - not if you want to stand a chance of getting off…” He leaves the threat hanging and you swallow just to feel the light hold, and try to look contrite. He gives you a quick kiss before climbing off the bed and removing his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer briefs through which his own arousal is obvious; there’s even a wet patch on the dark fabric where pre-cum has soaked through. You lick your lips at the thought of tasting him and wonder whether he’ll let you.
He opens the drawer again and then looks back over his shoulder to find you watching him intently, your breasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples still swollen and erect.
“Maybe I’ve been too harsh,” he says with a tilt of his head. You perk up slightly at this because it sounds as though an orgasm is imminent but then he goes on. “Maybe I should try something a bit more gentle…” He turns around and you struggle at first to see what he’s holding and then as he comes closer you realise that it’s a feather.
He settles between your legs and then spreads you open with his fingers to fully reveal your clit for his attentions. You blush for what feels like the one hundredth time and your stomach clenches pleasantly at the thought that you’re physically powerless to stop him. The sudden feeling of the feather brushing over the slippery nub chases away any rational thought and you moan in pleasure. He’s right, it’s far less intense than his fingers driving into you; it’s soft, but enough that you feel it and it’s just… ohhhh… so good…
“Like that, huh?”
You nod frantically as he continues to stroke the feather in a steady rhythm and lift your hips, but all that does is cause him to lift the implement away. “Stay still.”
Before you know it, you’re already starting to ask again. “Want to come, sir - please, I need it…”
“No.” He doesn’t look up at you, just concentrates on teasing you with the feather as he continues to brush the tip across and around your clit. It’s maddening to you - the pressure is almost enough, but not quite… and then he changes the angle of the feather and presses harder and you cry out, desperate for just a little more.
“Please!” There’s a sob in your voice and he looks up at you then.
“Little girl, I’ve only just started.” He drags the feather up across your stomach and then shifts around and kisses you softly before murmuring against your lips, “Still on green?” You hesitate for just a moment and he draws back slightly with a knowing smile. “Full disclosure, baby girl… you safe-wording ain’t gonna get you an orgasm - amber and we pause for a while, red - we stop completely; just like always.”
You take a few deep breaths and give him a small smile. “Still on green, sir. It’s just…” You trail off and he quirks an eyebrow. “Really want to come,” You say in a tiny voice.
He dips his head and worries at your nipple with tongue and teeth before sucking hard and you arch up. He draws back and blows you a kiss. “I know you do, little girl… so it’s gonna feel like a long night for you.” He stretches out alongside you, propping himself up on one arm and circling the tip of the feather around your nipples. “Think about how good that build up feels… you just lay there and take it, understand?”
“Mmhmm,” You nod mournfully, wondering how you’re supposed to do that when you know you won’t be allowed to climax and then you’re pulled into the moment as he roughly twists a nipple, making you cry out.
“You answer me properly, slut!” He growls, giving it a pinch for good measure.
Your insides flip at his tone and the look on his face and you quickly nod and try again, “Yessir - I’ll take it for you.”
“Damn right you will,” He says, leaving the feather next to your head and sliding his free hand down your torso to dip between your legs. He slips his fingers either side of your clit and rubs back and forth, gradually bringing the digits together until they’re squeezing the sensitive button as he rubs. You pant quietly as the delicious tightness coils inside yet again and you clench your hands into fists as he takes you higher… and higher… almost…
He stops and gets off the bed again, licking your essence from his fingers. Back to the drawer he goes, but he doesn’t seem to be holding anything when he turns around… then he opens his hand properly and you spot your favourite vibrator. It’s a lipstick-shaped bullet and extremely powerful - you swallow nervously and wet your lips.
“Sir… I don’t… I don’t know if I can hold off if you use that.”
“You come when I say you can and not before,” He replies simply as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. The loud buzz of the toy fills the room and he trails it all over your pussy with a barely-there touch, watching as your hands grab the ropes that are keeping you in place. “That’s it… take it, slut… ohh, I bet that feels good… ten seconds right on there and you’ll be screaming the place down.” He slides it repeatedly over your clit, holding it on a little longer each time. “You close, little girl?”
“Uh huh.. yessir… please… please don’t stop!”
Miracle of miracles, he doesn’t take the toy away as you’re expecting him to - he continues to move it over your slippery flesh and your eyes fall closed as your orgasm approaches. Your body tightens, muscles straining as you chase the pleasure… closer… almost…
He moves the vibrator completely away and you cry out in frustration, “Fuck!”
He ‘tsks’ at you and switches the toy off before leaning down and resting his hand around your throat again. “Mind your language, slut. If you’re gonna start cussing like that, I’ll have to put a gag on you - and you know what that means.” He squeezes gently - no real pressure - before continuing. “That’s right… You won’t be able to beg, little girl. And if you can’t beg me…” He trails off and laughs at the stricken look on your face as it crosses your mind for the first time this evening that he might not actually let you come at all. The worry must show because his expression softens and hand still around your neck he gives you a kiss which very quickly becomes rough and demanding. He nips at your lips as he draws back and then mouths at your throat again - it elicits a sound from you that can only be described as desperate and you strain at the ties.
“Please, sir… Please make me come! Please, please please! I’ll do anything!”
He reaches up and places his finger to your lips so that you fall silent aside from heavy breathing. “Careful, little girl - those are some big words to live up to if I decide to hold you to ‘em.” He trails the finger down your throat, between your breasts and on to your stomach inching ever closer to your clit as you look down the line of your body in desperation. In among it all there’s the ever-present undercurrent of submissive desire as you’re constantly aware that you’re physically powerless to stop him from touching you wherever or however he wants.
He taps gently on your clit and you bite your lip. Why, oh WHY did you ask for this? Surely it would have been smarter to ask him to get you off over and over… *tap tap tap* worst that could have happened was you’d pass out from pleasure, after all *tap tap tap*. Maybe you could add that on to the list because you don’t remember seeing anything like that anywhere… He ceases tapping in favour of rubbing firmly in a circular motion and ohhh, that is just right…
“…So which do you want, little girl?”
You suddenly snap back from your thoughts as you realise that he’s asked you something - and you have no idea what!
“Away with the fairies down there, are ya?”
You focus on his face and he’s looking amused so you venture a small smile as you answer, “Sorry, sir… distracted…”
“Oh, I see.” He says, his finger still working your clit. “Should I stop so you can concentrate?”
“No! Please don’t stop!” You try again to push your hips up and he takes pity on you and repeats himself.
“I said, do you want to come now, or,” He adds quickly before you can blurt out agreement, “or can you take some more and wait until I’m inside you?”
You stare up at him and try to decide - your lust is screaming to just take the offered orgasm right now but the sweet, dutiful submissive whispers to take as much as he can give and make him proud. The latter wins out and you lick your lips and take a deep breath before whispering, “I can take more, sir.”
“There’s my good girl,” He says and with those words you’re confident you’ve made the right decision… and then you hear the vibrator buzz back to life and grit your teeth as he places it against your clit again and then pushes two fingers inside you. This time he only uses the vibrator for a short time before discarding it and dropping his mouth to your pussy, replacing his fingers with his tongue which makes you cry out and you wish that you were untied so that you could at least touch him.
After teasing you back up to a peak - you resist the temptation to plead with him, given that moments ago you assured him that you could take more - he backs off again and then sits up on his heels and looks you over.
“Let’s get you out of those cuffs,” He says and leans over you to unbuckle the leather from your wrists, taking a moment to rub each one briefly. You reach for him and he allows you to run your hands across his shoulders and down his huge biceps before he scoops you up into a sitting position and crushes his lips to yours. You melt into his hold, enjoying the closeness after having been tied up for so long. After a while he lays you back down, raising an amused eyebrow at your pout. “Nearly there, little girl.”
He makes short work of freeing your ankles and then quickly flips you on to your stomach and pulls you up to your knees as you scramble to get your arms under you. You stretch like a cat and hum with pleasure as he strokes his huge hands all over you, reaching underneath to cup and squeeze your breasts, drawing up to smooth their way down your back, squeeze and then smack your ass and then finally coming to rest on your hips. You feel his dick nudge at your entrance and your head drops forward.
He slowly pushes into you as you let out a guttural moan at the feeling and then once he’s buried in you to the hilt he stops and holds perfectly still. You love the way he fills you and can’t stop yourself from clenching repeatedly around his cock. You try to wriggle, tease him into moving but he keeps his hold on your hips, ensuring that he continues to control proceedings.
“Please, sir...”
Behind you, he smiles at the breathy, pleading tone and begins to grind his pelvis against you. “Please what?”
You genuinely start to believe that it’s possible to be driven out of your mind with lust and forming sentences is difficult. “Need… Sir, please… Oh fuuu...” You trail off as he chooses that moment to begin pulling back followed by an agonisingly slow push back in. “Please, sir… Harder?”
In answer, he draws back slowly again and then snaps his hips forward, slamming into you with enough force to drive you forwards despite his hold. He does it twice more, causing you to claw at the sheets because you’ve never felt so… owned. He winds your hair around his fist and pulls your head back as he continues the torturously slow fuck for what feels like hours until he pulls out completely and smacks your ass. “On your back, little girl.”
You collapse gratefully and roll over, whimpering when he takes hold of your ankles and lifts your legs, holding them apart as he pushes back into you. The position allows him to go deep and he smirks as you whine in pleasure. “You’re gonna feel me in the back of your throat, slut. But don’t you dare come until I say so.”
You’re not even able to answer as he begins to piston in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm now. You keep your arms outstretched, looking for all the world like a sacrifice as he uses you. Even without any stimulation to your clit you can feel your climax building yet again and evidently he can feel it too…
“Yeah, that’s it… Can feel you squeezing me…” He shoves your legs even further apart as he looks down at you hungrily. “So fucking tight… So wet… This has been a rough night for you, hasn’t it - all tied up and tortured in the best way… Bet you’d love to touch yourself right now, wouldn’t you, little girl?”
You nod frantically. “Yes! Please, sir can I -”
“Nope,” he answers smugly, though slows his thrusts. “Your hands can stay right where they are.” You sob and clench your hands into fists, nails digging into your palms. You can’t do this anymore!You open your mouth to start begging when he speaks again. “You should see yourself… Such a desperate little slut, so frustrated… It’s really something. In fact, lift your head - that’s it - there... now you can really watch me fucking you… Watch my dick slide in and out of your dripping pussy…”
He lowers your legs but leaves them spread wide and then reaches across your body to roll and pinch one of your nipples, then the other. He pinches the hard nubs tightly between his fingers and pulls your breast away from your body, rolling the bud and crushing it. You feel yet another rush of moisture at the treatment and your eyes close as the pain/pleasure sparks through you.
“Such a pain slut… Open your eyes and watch what I’m doing to you – you won’t wanna miss this next part,” he says, his tone syrupy.
You force your eyes open, panting for air and see that he has two fingers poised above your clit. “You don’t come until I say,” he reminds you and then begins to stroke over the sensitive button with a feather-light touch. You mewl desperately at the sensory overload and he shifts - still kneeling he drags you towards him, pulling your hips up into his lap so that he can continue to fuck you while toying with your clit. Your arms remain in place, stretched out, your head raised and your eyes glued to the hand that he’s teasing you with mercilessly.
“You ready to come? Course you are – ah! Not yet,” he adds as you give the smallest of thrusts.
“Please, sir… Please let me…” The gentle, repeated stroking has reached the point of pure torture, each glide of his fingers feels as though it’s burning - your flesh is hyper-sensitive. You wince, though the agony is exquisite…
He notices the brief flash of pain with interest. “Does it hurt, slut?”
“Hurts… Burns... but it’s so good, sir!” His fingers aren’t moving quickly but delivering a constant, torturous pressure - overload feels imminent...
Unable to hold yourself up any longer, your head falls back onto the pillow where you whimper brokenly, feeling as though you’ll be driven mad by his movement in and out of you and the insistent pressure on your clit. “I’m going to let you come soon,” he says, staring at you intently, “But I’m not going to stop rubbing right here… Not going to stop this burning pain… My little pain slut’s gonna find her pleasure in it and ride it out… You understand, little girl?”
The command is issued softly and with a full on scream, you obey. As promised, his fingers never cease the movement and the continued gentle pressure draws your climax on and on – the grasping, fluttering of your channel triggers his own orgasm and he thrusts deeply two or three times as he pumps his release into you. Shockwaves are still racking your body, so he finally stops rubbing and instead squeezes the swollen red nub gently between his fingers, the action pulling another near-scream from you before your body goes limp and still.
You open your eyes as he gently pulls out of you and then crawls up your body, looming over you on all fours.
“Fuck…” You manage to say with an exhausted sigh and he chuckles in the back of his throat.
“So, are we calling that one a success, baby girl?”
“You can be really mean, you know that?” You pout up at him and he laughs again and then shifts to the side and settles next to you, pulling you tight against him. You turn and snuggle closer, lifting up slightly to pepper tiny kisses on his nearest pec. “Carry me to the shower?”
“Only if you let me get you off again once we’re in there…” He gives you a quick smooch to the forehead as you giggle and then rolls off the bed. You reach up to him and he scoops you up with ease, kisses you again and then heads for the bathroom.
