there’s so many different ways to pavlov a sub. my absolute favorite pastime is picking a specific song and fucking you to the exact rhythm of it over and over again. taking my absolute time with you. playing that same song almost every time until your brain associates those specific beats with the feeling of me wrecking you until you're sobbing.
and then just letting weeks pass, time will do this thing. I know that by now whenever I play the song it’ll trigger an automatic reaction. you casually remember and complain to me, hiding your blushing face in my neck while you whimper about how you literally can't listen to that song anymore without getting worked up, your body remembering exactly what i did to you when the first note hits.
which is exactly why i love playing it when we're in the car with all of our friends. you sitting right in the passenger seat next to me, before i casually cue that exact track up on the car speakers, knowing what this song does to you.
i watch your entire body go completely rigid the exact second that song drops on the car speakers while we’re on our way to a house party.
“oh turn it up!" one of our friends says from the back seat, completely oblivious. "right? i love this song" I reply smirking as I turn the volume knob up. I glance over at you, gripping the edge of your seat, your knees pressed together as you try to stop the sudden throb between your thighs. you know damn well this is the exact pace I used when I had your legs pushed all the way back over your shoulders on my bed.
I casually rest my palm against your inner thigh, keeping my eyes on the road. "you okay over there baby? you’re being awfully quiet suddenly." you turn your head toward the window to hide your face. letting out a tiny gasp as you shift uncomfortably against your soaking wet underwear while my hand continues to caress your thigh.
"good girl" I whisper under my breath low enough to be swallowed by the music. squeezing your thigh to ground you. "just sit nice and still for me. we still have a bit of a drive left."
just pulling into the driveway of the house party, the music from the speakers inside vibrating all the way out to the car. i turn off the engine, you let out the longest most pathetic sigh of relief, thinking the torture is over. your thighs shaking as you get up, from how soaking wet and worked up i kept you during the whole ride.
i lead you inside by the waist, letting our friends head for the kitchen while i navigate the crowded hallway. tracking the moment the upstairs bathroom clicks open. i grab your wrist, pull you inside before anyone else can claim it and lock the door behind us. you instantly turn around, backing up against the sink. your chest heaving as you look at me with desperate begging in your eyes.
"oh look at you... all worked up already?" I whisper as I step closer, gently cupping your face in my hands. "what is it? was it our song? you poor thing. it doesn’t take much does it?” I reach down, my fingers slowly sliding under your clothes, teasingly tracing the dampness between your legs. I feel the heat radiating off you, watching your eyes squeeze shut, your hips instinctively tilt forward, absolutely desperate for any friction.
"you're completely soaked just from a little music" I lean down to press a kiss on your cheek "you really couldn't handle it could you? It's okay I’ve got you. I'm going to take such good care of you since I made you like this"
I grip your hip lifting your leg and hooking your knee right over the edge of the sink. opening you up under the bright bathroom mirror. I don't make you wait another second. I slide my hand straight past your underwear, shoving two fingers deeply inside you with a heavy thrust that makes your eyes instantly roll back. a loud moan starts to rip out of your throat but before the sound can even leave your lips, my other hand flies up, my palm flattening over your mouth to trap the noise. the sound dies against my skin. your moans turning into a muffled sobs.
"shhh there we go, keep it all inside for me sweetheart" I whisper against your ear, my voice calm while the bass from the living room rattles the bathroom door. "we don't want our friends out in the hallway hearing what a needy little mess you are do we?" you nod, your eyes wide. I start moving my fingers inside you exactly how you like them, curling them deeply to hit your favorite spot over and over again. perfectly matching the heavy rhythm of the song from the car.
your body goes rigid, your fingers clawing at my clothes as you try to thrash against the sink but my weight is pinned against yours, keeping you perfectly trapped. you’re wailing right into my hand from pleasure, your hot breaths and desperate whimpers smothered against my palm while my fingers work inside you, stretching you open until your thighs start violently trembling.
"that's it, take it all for me. I know you needed this” kissing your burning temple as I speed up "melt right into my hand my love. you’re doing so fucking good” your body shuddering into a heavy climax, your hips twitching against my hand while you muffle your screaming right into my palm, completely ruined in a bathroom full of strangers just on the other side of the wall. “good girl let it out, cum for me. you deserve it after I got you all worked up. consider this my apology”
