role playing with dom! luke pls❤️❤️
a/n: thank you for your ask, dove! I struggled with this one - I feel as though it isn’t very good. But I hope you enjoy, angel. 💕💕
Y/n was knelt on the carpeted floor, her head cowering and cheeks flushed - Luke paced around her kneeling figure, soon crouching down and taking her chin between grasping fingers.
Merely hours before they had been discussing new and exciting things they could insert into their sex life - and one thing that stood out to both of them - that made y/n’s pussy throb and Luke’s cock twitch, was the idea of role playing.
“Been such a bad girl, haven’t you, little one?” The pressure of his digits made her cheeks squish, and her bottom lip jutted out. Her thighs quivered - she was so wet already, and they hadn’t even begun! “My pretty little secretary was caught touching herself, wasn’t she?”
She gasped. The concept sounded so delicious, so absolutely sinful and she had to grip onto his wrist for some sort of stability.
“Yes, sir.” She answered, squeezing her thighs together to make the thumping of her clit dissipate. “But I just couldn’t help myself.”
He chuckled, his hand moving down to clutch at her throat.
“Always makin’ excuses,” he clicked his tongue, “such a slut.”
Y/n’s cheeks were hot, her skin was scorching and she stared up at him dumbly, willing to play whatever game he had going on.
“I’d have the right mind to fire you,” he cocked his head to the side, darkened eyes gleaming, staring at her with a strong domination that only she could see. “But I have a feeling you’d do anything for me to let you stay.”
“Yes, sir!” She nodded her head furiously, “Anything! Didn’t mean to be such a naughty girl.”
She leaned forward when Luke cupped her cheek with a calloused hand, pouting up at him with puffy lips.
“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her gaze flickering from his lips to his burning stare.
“You’re gonna lay over my knees, and receive your punishment like a good girl.” He tugged her upwards by the roots of her hair, and she climbed over his lap after he took his seat. “Gonna give you a good spanking, little girl. Gonna make you regret what you did.”
His hand pushed her skirt upwards, bunching it around her thick thighs, before his hand groped and kneaded the round flesh of her backside.
“And what do you say after each spank?” His voice trembled in his chest, and she struggled in his lap, wriggling around in anticipation.
“Thank you, sir.” She felt his bulge twitch at her dialogue, and she smirked in triumph.