Just Here For A Fun Time

"Good boy"

Doesn't ask for photos

"Brat"

"You want my attention puppy?"

Use your words"

*babies me*

"How was your day pup?"

"Be a good boy for me"

Slipping some fingers in and watching him wiggle his hips while he tries to take them deeper.

starts with a spreader bar between your knees 'because why would you be allowed to keep me from easily accessing my toys?'

then, the next step: every time you forget to sit right, the inside of your thighs get swats from a belt or crop or cane until they're too sore to cross anyway

he leans down and whispers, "we're just boys being boys. you can take it, right?" he asks, while he deliberately grinds his hips against yours as if trying to provoke you, and it works.

you struggle to escape his hold, but finally manage. you both toss and turn on the floor until you eventually end up on top. you attempt to restrict him in the same way he did to you, pushing your hips down onto his.

he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "there we go..." he mutters as he moves his hips upward slightly.

“that’s my boy.”

He’s not sorry, but he says he is.

“ ‘M sorry, ‘m so fuck-ing sorry- Oh fuck, you feel s’ood. Gonna, g’na g’na cum. G’’na c-UM.” He sobs into your neck, fingers threading with yours as his hips still, cock nestling against your cervix and balls drawing up as he cums. It’s so thick and warm, has his mouth opening with a shuddering groan and drool slipping from his mouth to smear across your shoulder and his cheek.

“ ‘M sorry, fuck ‘m sorry. You’re dreaming, fuck, you’re dreaming.” He whispers in your ear when you stir just a little, hips still rocking against yours as he coaxes you back to sleep.

He’s not sorry, he does it every night.

You sleep through it all, simply waking up the next morning aching and sore, greeting him excitedly as he thinks about the cum nestled warmly in your cunt. Thinks about how much he can’t wait until you slurp down the dinner he’s given you that has crushed birth control and sleeping pills mixed in so that he can repeat the process all over again.

Thinks about smearing your creamy cunny with more cum as he uses your used slit to clean himself, apologizing for the mess and rubbing his finger over your clit to watch his cum be pushed out by your slick.

He’s not sorry and he never will be.

He hopes you wake up one of those days, mewling at his cock stretching your little hole and beg him to stop so he can watch the way your mouth gapes and defeat glazes over your eyes as you feel his cum fill your insides, so he can apologize and whisper how much you wanted it, how you were just begging for it, wearing no clothes to sleep like your whore cunt wanted to be filled and raped, and how he needed a release, needed to give in to his temptations, whisper that he’s sorry but you feel so good hugging his cock.

Comfort you as his thrusts resume, rhythm matching that of your sobs as you feel your body rock with the force of his thrusts. Shame overcoming you as you hear the wet schlick sound of your cunny growing wetter at the feeling of his cock raping your cunt. How you whine and cry for him to stop, to pull out this time when he warns you he’s cumming, feels your tears salt his tongue as he licks them from your cheeks when you cum too.