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Nobody ever said that dating a man with big ideas and an ego to match them was easy. Nobody ever said watching that ego get crushed like a can of pop and sticking around for the subsequent crash and burn was easy.

What is easy is loving Ryland Grace, despite it all.

In the weeks following his firing after his outburst at that UNESCO conference, there’d been a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface of his barely controlled exterior.

You’re perfectly happy to fix that, if he needs it.

The front door slams open harder than usual. You look up from the couch just in time to see Ryland shrugging off his coat, jaw tight, hair disheveled from running his hands through it one too many times.

Another meeting. Another day of trying to clean up the mess he’d made.

He exhaled sharply, eyes finding you immediately. The hardness in his expression softened a fraction.

“Hey, you okay?” His voice is rough, exhaustion laced through the words, but the question is sincere. The same question he asks you every day. Even with his ego shredded and his career in flames, he takes the time to check. It’s not your fault, after all.

You nod, shifting your position. “I’m fine, Ry. Rough day?”

He laughs bitterly, crossing the room quickly to get to you.

“Spectacularly unproductive, actually. Same as yesterday, and it’ll be the same tomorrow. I don’t know why I’m even bothering, I can’t go back to academia now.”

You tilt your head, staring up at him. “You’re being too hard on yourself. I’m sure this will all settle down eventually.”

“Maybe,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I just… want to forget about it for a while, get out of my head.”

You bite your lip, already sliding off the edge of the couch and sinking gracefully to your knees in front of him. The shift is familiar, comforting to the both of you. He needs the control right now, and you’re more than willing to hand it over to him.

He gazes down at you, reaching out with a big, soft hand to cup your cheek and graze his thumb over your bottom lip.

“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “You always know what I need, don’t you, puppy?”

You nuzzle into his palm, letting a small, needy whine slip out before his fingers slide into your hair, tugging your head up a little.

“Go fetch your collar, pretty.”

You pad away on all fours, fetching the collar from where you’d placed it neatly on the coffee table a few hours ago. You’d had a feeling he’d need this today.

When you crawl back, collar held carefully in your mouth, Ryland’s eyes soften with affection. He takes it from you and buckles it snug around your throat, two fingers slipping behind the leather to check.

“Good pet. You gonna let me use you?”

You whine again, nodding eagerly.

His fingers slide back into your hair, tugging your head up again. His thumb strokes your cheek once, so gentle despite the fire burning behind his eyes, before delivering a sharp slap across your face. The impact blooms hot across your skin and sends a rush of heat straight to your core.

“Remember,” he starts. “I love you, and if you want it to stop you know what to do. But I’m going to fuck you like I hate you. Alright?”

“Yes, sir,” you shift on your knees. “I love you too.”

He smiles, letting go of your hair and tapping you lightly on the other cheek.

“Bedroom, pup. Come on now.”

You turn toward the bedroom, still on all fours, already aching for him. He follows closely behind, watching your every move.

When you turn back to him, kneeling beside the bed, he smirks and leans in the doorway, the outline of his hard cock visible through his jeans.

“Stand up, puppy. Strip for me.”

You stand, slightly shaky already, and put on a little show for him. Slow and sensual, clothing dropping around your feet until you’re in nothing but the collar.

His breath hitches, eyes roaming over your body in a way an art lover might look at the Mona Lisa. It doesn’t matter how intense he plans on being, the way he always look you first always makes you melt. There’s a reverence there that no amount of lust could hide.

“Bed,” he says, after a long moment of staring. “In front of the mirror.”

He had chosen this apartment partly because the closet door was one huge mirror, and he likes to watch your face when he fucks you.

You clamber onto the bed, positioning yourself toward the mirror on your knees, chest dropped low toward the mattress. Your back is arched deeply, ass up and presented for him, already trembling with anticipation.

He stalks forward, eyes fixed on your soaked pussy. His fingers immediately hook under your collar and tug it firmly, pulling your head up so you’re forced to look at yourself in the mirror. You’re flushed, desperate for him in a way that addles your brain.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re a mess.”

He slaps your ass sharply, making your entire body jerk forward before he pulls you back by the collar again. Before you can catch your breath, he does the same to the other cheek, a hard impact that makes you moan breathlessly.

Your eyes find his in the reflection. He looks just as wrecked as you, his breathing uneven through parted lips.

“Please, sir,” you whine. “I need you.”

He groans softly at your words, rewarding you with another firm slap to your ass before yanking the collar tighter. The leather bites into your throat, restricting your air as he pushes two thick fingers into your cunt without warning.

You clench around the intrusion, moaning loudly as he starts to pump them roughly, curling them hard against your g-spot.

He keeps this up, hitting the same spot over and over until you’re seeing stars. When you close your eyes, he tugs on your collar sharply.

“Eyes on the mirror, pup,” he rasps. “Look at yourself.”

You force your eyes back open, staring at your reflection. The restriction to your air supply is making you dizzy, every sensation sending shockwaves through your entire body.

“That’s it,” he pumps his fingers faster, angling his thumb to rub against your clit. “Pathetic little whore, always so needy for me. Who does this pussy belong to, hm?”

You whimper at the degradation, pressing harder into his touch. He loosens his grip on the collar enough to allow you to catch your breath.

“Answer me, pet.”

“Y-you, sir!”

“Good girl.”

He pulls his fingers out, letting go of the collar so you drop back onto the mattress unceremoniously. You can hear the click of his belt buckle, and the shuffling of fabric as he shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs.

“Still green?” He grabs your hips as he speaks, yanking you back toward the edge of the bed and making you yelp in surprise.

“Mhm!” you arch your back further, lifting your head to watch his face as he lines himself up.

He smiles in satisfaction, teasing the thick head through your slick folds before slamming in, barely giving you time to adjust before he starts up a brutal pace. His hand finds your collar again, pulling you back up to watch as he drives into you.

He uses it as a handle to pull you back onto his cock, controlling your breathing in the process. Tight, making your head swim and your vision blurry, then loose so you don’t pass out. Tight again once you’ve caught your breath.

His thrusts are punishing, hips snapping against your ass and filling the room with the sound of skin on skin. You’re almost sobbing, pleasure crashing through you in waves that melt your brain.

His other hand leaves your hip, coming up to your face to slip two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them eagerly, swirling your tongue around the intrusion.

“Look at you,” he coos. “So obedient for me.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, smearing your saliva across your cheek before slapping it. The noise rings out across the room and you moan at the impact, clenching hard around him as the tears that have been building start to stream down your cheeks.

The pain and the pleasure mix together perfectly in your fucked out state, too little and too much at the same time.

“That’s it. Cry for me, baby,” he groans, slapping you once more before sliding his hand around your front to rub your clit in messy circles. “Can’t even speak, can you? So cock drunk already.”

Every thrust punches the air from your lungs, the extra stimulation doing nothing to help the state you’re in.

You’re shaking and sobbing, the pleasure is bordering on overwhelming now, your pussy clenching rhythmically around him as you reach your peak. He keeps going, slamming into you more frantically as he quickly approaches his own release.

“Please, sir- fuck, I love you! Love your cock- Please- too much- I love you!” you babble, words broken up by pitchy moans.

He slows momentarily, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Colour?”

“Green, keep- mmh- keep going,” you gasp. “Just a lot!”

He nods and speeds up again, pulling you up further against him to bite down on your shoulder.

“There she is,” he breathes against your skin. “My good little puppy, all fucked stupid and drunk on my cock. So pretty when you cry.”

He drops you back down toward the mattress, loosening his grip on the collar.

The knot in your stomach snaps and you scream, pussy spasming as he fucks you through an earth shaking orgasm. Your vision whites out momentarily, mind entirely focused on the way he’s still railing you.

His hips stutter after a few more deep thrusts and then he buries himself to the hilt, spilling inside you while you’re still shaking and crying. Only then does he fully let go of the collar, staying put for a beat before pulling you out and leaving you feeling empty. He eases down onto the bed, pulling you softly into his arms and pressing kisses all over your face as you come back down.

“Shhh, hey, I’ve got you,” he whispers, wiping your tears away gently. “I’m sorry, did I go too hard?”

You shake your head, exhaling shakily. “No, no… that was… that was really good. Just overwhelmed.”

“Okay,” he traces gentle patterns along your spine, continuing to kiss all over your face. “Thank you for letting me do that. I needed it.”

“I needed it too,” you murmur sleepily. “Been desperate for you all week.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, it’s just-“

“No, dont apologise,” you open your eyes, looking at him hazily. “Life has been a lot recently.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It has.”

You fall into a comfortable silence before he moves away from you slowly.

“Shower and takeout?”

“Yes, please,” you pull a pillow into your arms, slightly disappointed at the loss of his warmth.

“You need to sit up for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

You begrudgingly sit up, wincing slightly, and he picks you up from the bed easily.

“Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. “Then we can cuddle and eat some Pad Thai.”

You don’t need any convincing.

“I just want to feel good with you,” you whisper breathlessly…pathetically as your lips graze up to his cheek. He whimpers and holds you close as your lips find the corner of his mouth.

“Mmmph. Look at you. Telling me what you want…and taking it. That’s so hot, good girl.” He lifts your leg over his hip and lands a playful swat on your juicy ass. “I can guess what else you want. Be my little doll, yeah? Just make the sounds I want you to make. Can you do that?”

You’re eyes are rolling back just from him speaking to you as your hips roll forward. He groans softly and takes to your neck. His mouth wets your neck with needy, sucking kisses as his large hand grips your under your panties. Your back arches and his trails up your shirt.

He moves to your ear and nips the lobe. “Such a pretty girl for me. Do you know how good you make me feel? Even when you feel like shit…you’re a fucking goddess.”

You balk a bit at his aggression.

“Ah ah ah. You’re going to take the compliment like you’re taking my cock. That’s something you are excellent at, isn’t it? Hm?” He looks at your face in the dark and rubs his face against yours. “Agree with me. Be a good girl.”

You bite your lip and whimper. “I’m good at taking your cock.”

“Mm. And do you believe that?”

“I…I…yeah. Yeah I do.”

“Smart girl…good answer,” he whispers as he presses sweet kisses to your cheek. “Now…tell me that you’re a good…smart girl. Tell me your tenderness is a strength… do that for me? Please.”

You repeat him with trepidation. The way he’s weaponized your praise kink has paid dividends, but you feel awkward. He presses a deep kiss your lips and lets his fingers rub against your clit under your panties.

“I need you ready for me,” he coos. You writhe and whimper under his touch. You can tell he absorbed every minute of you touching yourself for him…he was a natural. You grasp in the darkness for his crotch. Of course he’s already hard…you’re his precious girl. He slips out of his underwear and sits on his knees beside you. “A perfect view…oh my god” as he speaks you’ve lifted your shirt to let him play with your tits.

“Mmm. For me, precious?”

You’re already stroking his cock and moaning again as he resumes rubbing your sensitive wet clit. You look up at him with babydoll eyes and let your lips part slightly as you move towards him. The moment your mouth wraps around his cock he’s holding the back of your head not to push your further, but to hang on. The way you suck his cock makes him feral. He wants to be gentle and loving since you had your bad day…but you did say you just wanted to feel good. And Vessel wants to make you feel so good that you see god and forget about the bullshit. He moves his hand from your cunt and holds your soft middle.

Vessel’s hips move with more force as he holds you still. You move your own hand down to touch yourself as he uses your pretty mouth.

“That’s it. That’s it, good girl.” He lets out a growl as he feels you gag ever so slightly. “Can you turn your brain off and just feel good for me?”

You nod and whine pathetically with his cock pumping in and out your mouth, your plush lips rubbing against him roughly. You’re able to bring yourself to orgasm quickly, and it nearly does him in. His hand goes to your throat to gently stop you.

“You’ve done enough. Such a good fucking girl. See what you’ve done to me?” He asks breathing heavily. “You made yourself cum and almost made me finish in the back of your throat.” His thumb gently rubs your pulse point. “But you would have liked that. You would have liked to been filled like that. Such a flexible girl. Speaking of flexible…”

He roughly moves you to put a pillow under your ass and rip off your underwear.

“Ves…babe…I’m not that flexi-”

“Shh sh shh shh” he says as he lifts your legs up and out. Your tummy folds and rolls as your hips are elevated for your boyfriend’s pleasure. He gently slaps your clit. “You are the best girl. You can do it. You can take it. Tell me you can take it. Hm? Please, good girl? Believe in yourself for me?”

He’s already moving to push inside you when you whimper his name.

“Ves oh my god…I’m not built for this.”

“Oh precious angel…” He thrusts in unceremoniously. “You’re built to feel good. To experience the pleasure you deserve. And right now…that means your built for this.

He holds you by your ribs cage that’s protected by your soft, luscious flesh. He loves that he gets to knead…suck…bite…kiss this gorgeous body…and he shows you by fucking you with sharp, firm thrusts. The angle is incredible despite feeling folded like a reluctant pretzel.

“Ffffuck….ahh…my good girl….my good fucking girl,” he growls out. His pace picks up as your walls tighten around him. You’ve forgotten about your day. You’ve forgotten the nasty thoughts you had about yourself…your voice croaks…

“I feel so pretty with you…”

He moves quickly to hold your throat gently and fuck into you harder. He moves his face close to your ear, which makes you scream a little because he’s bottomed out in you.

“If I could take away that disgusting voice in your head, I would pluck it out and swallow it myself” he whispers. He bites into your soft neck and you cry out. “You’re my girl…and my girls don’t fucking hate themselves.”

And that’s when you let go. Your hips release and you let yourself be used. When he cums, it’s loud. It’s pathetic sounding…like strangled sobs in his throat as he cries your name. When he eases out of you and relaxes, he kisses your forehead and says “I’m sorry. I scared myself there a bit at the end.”

You caress his face and let your thumb rub against his lip. “No. Ves…no…that was wonderful. I…I liked it. Just because you like to be soft and…praising me…doesn’t mean you can’t be enjoy something rougher.”