pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader
summary: simon makes you pay for your little prank on him
part 3, final part, would've said yellow or red
creak. creak. creak. the slow, heavy footsteps could be heard from your hiding spot. when simon started counting after your makeover, you decided to run to the opposite side of the house, finding a random closet in a room, hoping that distance could be used to your advantage.
"little girl, m' gonna find you, and you're not gonna like it!" you hear him call out. you quickly cover your mouth with your hands, trying to stifle your giggles. you couldn't help it! you've been wanting to do si's makeup for the longest time and you finally got to. you were going to enjoy the moment, even if a punishment was awaiting you.
you notice the sound of the man's footsteps faded, the silence making your anxiety grow. where was si? you thought to yourself, your ear moving against the door, trying to hear what was on the other side.
slam! you could hear the door to the room open from simon's brute force. "i know you're in here, doll. we both know m' gonna find you, so quit wasting my fucking time. be a good girl and come accept your punishment," you could hear simon say as he shuffled around the room, looking for you.
you quickly gasp and move further back into the closet, trying to use the jackets hanging up as a shield. simon just cussed at you, your si never cusses at you. he must be more upset than you thought. it was just a harmless prank, you thought.
fearfully, you closed your eyes and covered your ears with your hands, scrunching yourself up into a tiny ball. you could hear simon getting closer, and knew, like he said, he would eventually find you.
suddenly, the closet door slams open, revealing the brooding figure of your massive boyfriend. you opened your eyes, feeling the anger radiating off of him. you felt powerless next to him. he felt like a giant that could step on you at any moment.
"you know m' not a fan of pink, luv'," simon started as he reached down to pull you up to your feet. simon had a strong grip on your arms, forcing you to face towards him, looking him in the eyes. you notice the makeup was wiped off his face, making you pout. didn't even get a picture.
"i-i'm sorry si! i promise it was just a harmless prank! please! y-you have to believe me!" you tried with your boyfriend. you thought using your doe eyes would help, they always help, but you received no reaction. simon was really upset.
without saying anything, simon lifted your body over his shoulder, and carried you out of the closet like a rag doll. "hey! let me go, mister! put me down!" you beat on his back, but to no avail.
simon carried you to your shared bedroom, where he turned around and locked the door after entering with you.
he walked you over to the bed, you still pounding your tiny fist against his huge back, "you ain't tired yet, luv'?" he teased you, patting your butt. "shut up, si! i hate you," the words escaped your mouth before you could stop them. you quickly covered your mouth with your hands. you knew you fucked up.
simon quickly threw you onto your king size bed, watching you as you backed up into your headboard. "si, please. i-i'm really, really sorry. m' didn't mean it, daddy, i swear," you broke before simon could even touch you.
tears escaped your eyes as you looked up at the man in front of you, your little lip wobbling from your big emotions. simon was extremely upset with you and you didn't know how to fix it. and you kept making it worse. it was overwhelming for you.
simon moved to wipe the tears from your face, you leaning into his hand for comfort. maybe he wasn't too angry at you.
"baby, i know it was just a harmless prank, but you still have to get punished. good girls don't lie do they?" he looked at you. "b-but, it was only about the colors-," simon quickly grabbed your chin, stopping you from speaking. "don' wanna hear you finish that sentence, baby," he leaned down to look into your eyes. you felt scared by his close proximity. you were small compared to your boyfriend. you couldn't help but feel a little fearful whenever he dominated you, and a little turned on.
hesitant by your fearfulness he slowly continued, "you still lied, luv', tha's' not okay to do. you also said you hated daddy and that really hurt daddy's feelin's', luv'." you sat in silence with complete disappointment in yourself. "daddy has to teach you wha's' right from wrong, do you understand?" he thumbed with your wobbling lip. you slowly nodded, keeping your gaze on him. "good girl," he moved to kiss your forehead, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes, "tell me, sweets, wha's' your color?"
simon and you had a color system you developed when you became intimate with one another. green meaning you're good to continue, yellow meaning you're slowly approaching your limit, and red meaning to stop the scene immediately. you've never had to use red with your boyfriend, as simon is constantly asking you which color you're at, you always appreciate his doing.
"m' at green, daddy," you sniffled, wiping your nose. "tha's' a good girl, now c'mere. we're gonna take off your clothes, then we're gonna lock you up," simon grabs the bottom of your shirt, raising it over your head.
your beautiful titties are revealed, your perky nipples hardening from the cool air. a sly smirk crosses your boyfriend's face as he moves to toy with your nipples, "no bra today, pretty girl? must've been plannin' to get punished, hm'?" you could only silently nod in agreement.
he grabs your arm, raising it towards the handcuff you and simon had attached onto your bedframe. you and simon liked to experiment, and discovered you both enjoy having yourself restrained. it gave simon the satisfaction of complete dominance, while you could enjoy the euphoria of your submissive desires.
"is this too tight?" simon asks, locking your wrist into the handcuff. with a shake of your head, your boyfriend moved to lock your other arm up. after both were secured, he went to remove your pants from your legs. he littered soft kisses down your thigh, past your knee, and up to your ankle as he slid them down. working on your panties next.
simon may have also installed rope to the foot of the bed so he could have your legs tied open without him having to hold you down. this was one of your favorite positions to say the least.
with all of your limbs completely restrained, simon stepped back to admire his work. you laid bare naked in front of him, keeping your eyes locked on his. simon has always helped you feel comfortable in your skin, especially during sexy time, so having your pussy on display for him, submitting complete control to him, felt like second nature. your body was made to submit to him.
simon slowly reaches down, trailing his fingertips across your stomach, chills covering your body. he traces his fingers upwards, towards your exposed breasts. "oh, baby, you're so fuckin' beautiful," his large hands move to grab your breasts, one tit in each hand.
he fiddles with your boobs, pulling on your nipples, making you moan and gasp. "oh, you like this little girl?" simon teased you, moving to trail kisses up your stomach. with a nod of your head, simon immediately stops, "hm', well tha's too bad," he ticks.
"n-no, please," you whine, trying to close your legs, but the rope tied around your ankles had other ideas, keeping your pussy spread open.
simon quickly moves to slap your face, a moan leaving your mouth. "i said this was a fuckin' punishment, and you're gonna fuckin' take it. don' care how much you're enjoying yourself," simon slaps you again, harder. you couldn't help the guttural moan that left your pretty mouth.
you notice his intense cussing at you. you weren't complaining, it was just new. you would talk to him about it later.
a pinch on your nipples brought you back to the scene, looking down to see your boyfriend attaching nipple clamps to you.
he quickly pulls them off, a snap followed by a grunt leaving you. "wha's your color, luv?" he asks, checking in. it takes you a second to respond, still gasping from the sensation, "still green."
"good fucking girl," he moves to attach the nipple clamps again, this time leaving them on. your nipples throbbed from the pressure, your toes curling.
simon moves back up to your face, noticing the right side was already swelling from his previous slaps. he had to stop and admire his work. he wasn't even close to being done with your punishment, and he could already feel his cum leaking from his dick. he never admits it, but he's pathetic when it comes to you.
you stare back at your boyfriend, teary eyed from the stinging, "d-daddy-" he quickly moves to stuff his fingers in your mouth, gagging you. "we're gonna prepare this pretty mouth for my cock," he moves his pointer and middle finger in and out of your throat, "no need to fucking speak." you swear you could feel him scratching your uvula.
you couldn't stop the dirty gags that left your mouth, saliva completely coating simon's fingers, running down your face onto your tits. "looking like such a whore, my fucking whore," simon uses his other hand to rip the nipple clamps off once again, your pain covered by your gagging.
"dumb slut, looking all filthy with your saliva runnin' everywhere. this really how you wanted your night to end? fucking pathetic," si continued, fingering your throat. all you could do was close your eyes at his words, feeling even more wetness in your pussy. another slap came, "un un, keep those fucking eyes on me, little girl." you nodded, jaw hurting from how long it was open.
simon finally pulled his monstrous fingers from your throat, a string of saliva following. loud coughs escaped you, taking you a second to catch your breath.
once you were calmed down you refocused on the beast in front of you. you gasped when you saw he was licking his fingers clean of your saliva, feeling another throb between your legs. it was so fucking messy, your saliva falling all over simon's face, him trying to lick everything up.
"so hot," you whispered under your breath, simon smirking. once simon's hand was cleaned, he went to reach into your sex toy drawer. you don't know how you didn't see him pull out the nipple clamps earlier, but you were excited scared to see what he would do next.
simon pulled out two of your favorite toys, a vibrator and a dildo. what can you say, it didn't take much to pleasure you, especially with your boyfriend.
he immediately turned on the vibrator, placing it to your aching clit. you moan, feeling instant pleasure. "yes, si," you started saying but he quickly pulled it off.
simon just starts laughing, leaving you confused. "wha's' with the confused look, baby?" simon asks, your eyes narrowing. "wrong look," he slaps you again, "you seem to keep forgetting that this is a punishment, not pleasure hour for you. my pleasure is the only thing that matters here," the tears finally started flowing. you were doing so well holding your tears in, but simon finally broke you. he was being so mean.
with your lip wobbling once again, simon put the vibrator back on to your clit, making your legs shake. he held it there for longer this time, but took it off again, still teasing you.
this happened for several minutes. you didn't know exactly how long simon was teasing you for, but it felt like hours of torture. you had gotten so close so many times, but simon always removed it before you could orgasm. you were full on wailing now.
"s-s-si, ple-please. i c-can't anymore daddy," you begged, but he kept going. "m' gonna cum-" before you could even finish, simon quickly took the vibrator off.
another slap met your face. this had to be a new record. "you just don' fuckin' learn," he slapped you again, and again.
"o-ow, daddy. it hurts," you told him through your sobs. your whole body was shaking. "not supposed to feel good, tha's' what punishments are for, yeah? to make sure you don' act up again." you nodded slowly.
"color?" your boyfriend grabs your face, looking into your eyes. "still g-green," you whimpered. "good," simon kisses your forehead.
your eyes followed his strong hands, seeing them work to undo his belt. once he got it lose, he kicked off his pants and underwear, his giant cock springing free. you've taken your boyfriend plenty of times before, but you always have to readjust to his size. he loves how tight your pussy is, always gripping him strong.
"we're gonna try something new," simon starts, crawling towards you on the bed. with your limbs still restrained, all you could do was sit and wait patiently.
simon swung his leg over your body, lining his face to your pussy, while yours lined with his dick. with simon's strong, giant stature, he was able to support himself on the bed without crushing you. the task force 141 trained him for more then deadly missions apparently.
he lowered his pelvis to your face, forcing you to suck his cock. from the position you were in, you choked on his cock instantly.
the beautiful sounds of simon throat fucking you filled the air, mixed with his deep grunts. "yes, baby, oh god," he contined, "jus' like that."
hearing you choke on simon's cock only made him more feral, speeding up his pace. he quickly moved to put the vibrator back onto your clit, and shoved the dildo up your pussy.
you tried to scream from the sudden intrusion, but could only gag with simon still fucking your mouth.
simon usually preps your pussy with his fingers because he knows how tight you can get. it's still a punishment, you remembered.
your pussy was forced to stretched around the dildo, simon hypnotized by the squelching noises of your wet pussy. he could never get enough of you.
the military man was unrelenting from his thrusts. your jaw was definitely going to be sore after this. "fuck this pussy. m' gonna cum, baby, but you're not allowed to, do you understand?" he groaned. you couldn't respond, continuing to choke on his dick.
he finally pushed deep into your throat, you feeling his hot cum race down to your stomach. your choking was disgusting and guttural.
simon decided to keep his cock pressed deep into your throat, feeling you struggle for air. with a final gag, he pulled out leaving some cum on your face.
simon moved off your body, going to the end of the bed to put his head near your pussy, stealing a sweet taste. the softness of his tongue made you squirm.
"such a good girl, sucking daddy's cock and swallowing his cum like that. did you like it baby?" you nodded, affirming his suspicions.
simon continued teasing your pussy, occasionally removing the vibrator and dildo to ruin whatever orgasm you had gotten close to.
you were a complete sobbing mess at this point. tears, sweat, saliva, cum, you name it, completely covered your bodies. "p-please, daddy," you hiccup, "i'm really so-sorry. won' do it again." you were pleading at this point. simon had to have ruined 20 orgasms for you at this point and you couldn't take anymore.
"oh, baby, daddy knows," your boyfriend starts. "daddy just can't have a lying baby who hates him walking around. could be dangerous for daddy," he coos. he's completely making fun of you at this point. he sees how desperate you are.
a long whine leaves your mouth, causing a slap once again. "we've been going at this for two hours now, luv', and you're still not fuckin' learnin'," he starts.
"y-yes i am, daddy. i w-won' be a bad girl anymore! i p-promise i'll never l-lie to daddy again. p-p-please, daddy, please. i'll be a good girl," you were sobbing, chocking on your words.
you were so overstimulated, feeling another orgasm building up in your core.
"wha's your color, luv'?" "g-green! i-it's green, daddy. please, help," you beg.
you could feel simon increase the speed of the vibrator on your clit, fastening the pace of him fucking the dildo in and out of your pussy.
"m' gonna count you down, baby. you understand?" you quickly nodded, eager to finally orgasm after your long, grueling punishment and your many orgasms denials. simon grabs your face, "words." "yes, sir. i-i understand you're g-gonna count me down."
simon's never punished you this intensely before.
"we're gonna start from 100," he smirks as you buck your hips, groaning. he removes the sex toys once again, "ah ah, do you want me to deny your orgasm again, little girl?" your eyes widened, and you quickly shake your head, using everything in you to keep your quaking legs from moving and hips from bucking.
"good girl," your boyfriends moves the sex toys back.
the countdown from 100 felt like a countdown from 1000, your boyfriend restarting his counting two times because he wanted to be extra mean.
"3... 2... 1... fucking cum for me, little girl."
as soon as the words left your boyfriends mouth, you completely shattered. your hips bucked wildly, legs shaking against the ropes, wrists rubbing raw from the handcuffs.
you let out a blood-curling scream as your orgasm finally hit you, simon keeping the vibrator and dildo on your pussy, riding your long awaited orgasm out.
your entire body shook, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your toes curled once again.
you suddenly felt wetness against your ass, knowing you just squirted all over the bed sheets. si always made you squirt, so it was no surprise it happened now.
you were fucked out, going limp after your orgasm finished. you didn't move, didn't speak, hell, you didn't even open your eyes.
simon smirked, removing and turning off the sex toys, pleased with the sight of you. he fucking loves ruining you. he has to admit, he loves when he can punish you, and today was no different.
you babble incoherent words as simon moves to kiss your forehead, across your nose, cheeks, and eventually your mouth. you know the scene is officially over, and it was time for simon to take care of you.
"you did so good for me, baby girl," he kissed your neck, undoing your handcuffs, "having all those orgasms denied? and still not disobeying me to cum once." you smiled, nodding to yourself, proud. simon could tell you were still worked up.
he quickly moved to remove the rope from your legs, kissing your feet, up your legs, to your stomach and boobs, eventually finding your face again.
he kissed you slowly again, seeing your eyes open this time when he pulls away, pushing hair from your face, "stayin' green for me the entire time, luv? you did so good," he kissed you, "so good," you couldn't help but to feel your heart melt at his praise. you always wanted to be good for your daddy, so hearing the reassurance made you feel amazing.
si quickly pulled you into his arms, letting you wrap yourself around him, some tears still falling from your eyes. he carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the sink as he ran the hot bath water. simon always gave you a bath for your aftercare, and you used your aftercare time as a way to talk about your scene. you and simon would discuss what you liked and didn't like about it and how it can be improved for next time.
it was a great way for you and si to be open and honest about your sex lives, learning more about both of your limits, allowing you to experiment more.
this aftercare time can be used to talk about your prank, your lying, and your hateful comment towards your boyfriend, which started this in the first place. aftercare is a good time to make sure the punishment worked.
you also wanted to talk to si about his cussing towards you. it completely threw you off guard because he's never cussed at you that much, he's never even cussed at you once before.
seeing that side of him did worry you, and caused you anxiety about how he would want to continue your relationship moving forward.
he's also never slapped you as much as he did tonight. sure he would occasionally slap you once or twice, but tonight, you felt like he slapped you 500 times. you bit your lip, letting your thoughts get to you.
this is why aftercare time is important.
