training
a vague edging and anal "training" snippet with a fem!reader that could be read as a kidnapping scenario or a generally fucked up bondage scenario (or anything in-between). so it could be consensual, dub-con, or non-con--reader's choice.
warnings: 1.5k words // masc!character x fem!reader // nsfw -- non-con/dub-con, reader is referred to as a toy and he's breaking her in, bondage, constant forced edging/edging torture, crying, mindbreaking, constant clit stim, reader is gagged, zero vaginal penetration, vibrator used (anal), clit flicks & slaps, anal sex (unprotected), cum play, one single orgasm // reader is treated & used like a toy
Slow circles. It’s always slow circles. It’s only ever been slow circles.
You yank on the cuffs holding your ankles and wrists back to the headboard, and scream through the cloth taped into your mouth. He smiles at his e-reader, humming happily while he rubs the laziest, slowest circles over your clit. It’s swollen from the hours of endless contact. He just sits there with you, rubbing your clit like it’s a fidget toy, occasionally looking over to watch his fingers trail down over the pooling wetness on your cunt. He smears it over you with a smirk. Then he returns his fingers to your clit and just continues reading.
He never lets you cum.
Ever.
You don’t know how long you’ve been down there. But he never, ever lets you cum.
Never. Just shows up, rubs, reads, all while you writhe and thrash on that bed that’s now your new home. Never even dips a finger into your pussy. No, only smears what you drip out of your clenching hole to mock you with it.
Abruptly, he flicks your clit. A scream tears through you while you throw your head back. It’s almost enough. So, so close. You sob like you always do. It’s almost enough to finally let you cum.
He disappears after that, giving you a breather. You try to hump the air for something to push you over the edge, but nothing. Nothing helps. You just stare down your naked, sweaty self at your glistening cunt and swollen, twitching clit, and just cry.
He isn't gone long. When he returns, he’s holding something. For a brief second, there’s hope. Incredible hope. He’s holding something silicone and phallic. He sits with it, and he has such a lovely smile for you. The toy's long and ribbed. It’s got a dial on the end that he turns and it vibrates! Oh! Is he finally going to let you cum? Is he finally going to fill you up properly?
With that same lovely smile, he turns it off and brings it down to your pussy, rubbing it over all of you. Even your clit, which it only just nudges, yet you mewl. Please turn it on. You try to say it behind the cloth and tape, but it’s only muffled words. Still, you try and try again. It’s glistening with your hours of torment when he lifts it.
He smiles still. Such a lovely smile. Oh, please!
He presses the tip against your asshole.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
He rubs your clit while he pushes it in. Slow and steady–both of them. Wait. Your thighs tremble. The sudden, thick stretch almost makes you cum. No. It’s bad. Not there. You try to shout. Not there, not there, not there. He lifts his thumb from your clit. It throbs. He pushes the toy all the way down to its flared base.
With that same horrible, now sadistic smile, he flicks it on.
High.
It ravages your asshole with a harsh, uncontrolled vibration. It rocks inside of you, and moves–he’s moving it. Slowly pulling it out and thrusting it back in. In and out. In and out. He rubs your clit again.
You scream, pulling on restraints that let you go nowhere.
He slams it back in harder and flicks your clit.
Your hips lift up off the bed and you feel it. Almost. Your orgasm starts to pulse, but it stops short.
No, no, no, no. You couldn’t cum like that. You couldn’t. You shake your head. It’s so close, though. Right there. You want the release more than anything. You need to cum. But you didn’t want to cum like that.
He picks up his e-reader again, and then changed his rhythm. He slowly wiggles the end of the toy. It rubs inside of you every wrong way, occasionally angling to remind you just how empty and untouched your pussy is.
“Please,” you try. It’s not even a word against the cloth and tape.
Tears stream down your cheeks.
You stare at your clit aching for more. Your pussy twitching. Needing.
Another flick strikes your clit, and your vision almost whites out. It’s almost enough. It’s almost there. You nod your head frantically. It could push you over. No. No, not like that. Not with whatever he stuffed into your ass. NO!
He smiles.
He slaps your clit, and you shriek. It’s wet. It’s hard. It stings so much, you scream and a sob breaks out of you. He slaps your clit again. Faster. Another, in quick succession. Your pussy clenches empty. You feel yourself leaking more. He slaps again. And again. Your head presses back. You can’t cum like this. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t!
He stops.
You’re shaking. Right at the edge. Your clit stings and your asshole is clenched tight around the toy.
Right…there….
He smiles still.
He pulls the toy out from your ass and rams it in. Hard. Repeatedly.
“Don’t.” He says plainly. He sets the e-reader down and turns. He spanks your clit again, and your head gets thrown back. He unbuckles his belt. You’re close. So close. You know the order. You know what it means. He unbuttons his pants and undoes his zipper. He pulls his cock out from there and brings his tip to your entrance.
He leaves the toy vibrating hard inside your ass.
He jerks himself off right there, tip pressed against you.
No. No. No. Please.
You sob again, tears streaming hot down your cheeks.
He wipes his hand over your cunt to wet it, and continues jerking himself off. Harder. Faster. He throws his head back and groans happily. Hot white spurts paint your pussy. He presses his tip just a hair short of actually entering you, and cums on you there.
You shake your head frantically.
Still smiling, he grabs a roll of tape and unfurls a line. He presses it horizontal over the toy inside your ass and slaps it against your ass.
Silently, he tucks himself into his pants and redoes them.
“You’re a toy.” He picks up his e-reader and heads for the stairs. “We’ll work on your training more in the morning.”
He shuts the light off and goes upstairs.
Why did he pick you? You sob into the darkness. Your pussy aches. Your clit twitches. Cum drips down onto the bed. The question repeats itself. Over and over and over.
The toy whirs inside of you all night.
He returns in the morning with a cup of coffee and his e-reader. The light jolts you awake from sleep you don’t remember falling into. The toy still thrashes inside your asshole, just much more gently. He sits without looking at you, rummaging for something beneath the bed. He returns with something you can't see, and plugs it into the end of the toy. Suddenly, it's stronger. Alive again. No. Its charge returns.
He drops his hands to your clit and starts to rub.
Slowly.
Lazily.
He pushes on your full bladder and you sob, shaking as everything tenses. No, no, no.
“Hold it,” he states. Firmly. You clench. He merely pushes down more. “Hold it and I’ll let you cum.”
Pain washes over you as you clench every muscle you can. He rubs your clit a little faster. A little harder. Oh, god. Your eyes roll back. It’s the most attention he’s given it beyond the slow circles. Your hips lift up and everything feels good. So good. So fucking good.
He stops.
He lifts his hand.
He sets his coffee down after a sip and the e-reader joins it. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants. So soon? You shiver, holding back your bladder and aching to cum at the same time. He peels the tape up and slowly pulls the toy out of your ass. Ribbed bit by ribbed bit. It vibrates loudly on the bed next to you.
“Hold it,” he states again. He pulls his cock out and lines it up with your asshole. No. You wiggle your hips, but he rubs his cock over your cunt to lube it up. It bumps your clit and your eyes flutter shut.
He sinks his cock into your asshole with ease. His belt clinks and clanks as he starts thrusts. Stretching you more than the toy. Everything clenches around him as he pushes down on the backs of your thighs.
As he pushes down on your bladder.
He rubs your clit. Everything hums with a desperation that makes your eyes roll back.
He fucks into your ass harder. They’re rough, deep thrusts, and you can only throw your head back while shaking violently. He’s still rubbing your clit. He doesn’t stop. He rubs it faster. Harder.
Your thighs quiver. You’re there. You’re there. He pushes down on your bladder just a little more.
Then, he flicks your clit painfully.
You break. It breaks. It violently, painfully breaks. You sob as your orgasm slaps you in the face and chokes you. It sends hot tears down your cheeks and soaks you. Everything convulses. Everything clenches. You shout. Scream. Beg. Moan. Gasp. Everything comes alight, and the room whites out. You cum with a long, hard gush, with stars in your eyes.
Unceremoniously, he cums in your ass, and pulls out.
“That’s your one for the next two weeks.” He slaps your wet pussy hard, and the direct contact to your overstimulated clit makes you shriek. The bed is wet under you. You shake uncontrollably as he lifts the vibrator and slowly inserts it back into your ass. He retapes it. “No more.”
He picks up his coffee and e-reader, and returns to sitting next to you. He returns his fingers to your clit and rubs slowly. Lazily. It’s too much and you can’t breathe.
You sob.
He doesn’t stop.
He never stops.
