Where The Wild Things Are

A warmth always filled his chest when Y/N came storming in. Always done up with a face-full of make-up, lips glossy with all that fucking lip gloss she loved to pack on, thick thighs rubbing together and those ridiculous long ass acrylic nails she loved.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Y/N plopped on his couch, flashing her cute hot pink G-string, and Erik exhaled shakily. “You forgive me?”

Eyes big and round, she blinked rapidly at him, pouting and it’s the whole innocence act that she puts on that gets him twisted every time.

“Yeah baby—”

Y/N giggles, her brown skin shines delectable with all that cocoa-butter greased on them. The smell of her cheap and sickly-sweet Victoria Secret perfume fills the air and lures him to her.

“You’re such a good daddy.”

Erik takes the spot next to her, dumping her things onto the couch, and Y/N immediately crawls into his lap. Nuzzling his neck, his dick gets hard immediately.

“Am I, baby girl?” She was the strangest thing ever to him. Most of the time, not a useful thought ran through her head, but somehow, she’d scored the highest in math and chemistry for her incoming class. Damn near giving his own scores a run for its money.

She was a fucking genius on those subjects, but dumb as rocks with everything else. At first, he thought it was just an act or something, but... It wasn’t.

“Mhm hmm. Missed you—”

She pleaded with him to help her study for her organic chemistry test just to be on the safe side and the simp-ass nigga he was; he did as she commanded.

“Y/N...” He cupped her ass, and she nuzzled her face into his neck. He felt her glossy lips leaving sticky prints up and staining his shirt. “Calm down. Studying first.”

She pulled back and pouts at him. “Erik...”

Y/N loved everything about her daddy. How big he is compared to her. The rough feel of his hands on her skin. She giggles. Placing another kiss on his neck. Erik groaned and her eyes roam his enormous body. He worked out religiously, and she loved him for it. Thighs thick as tree trunks. Basketball shorts and a wife-beater that seemed to make his muscles pop. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to rub away the throbbing that was beginning.

“Y/N study first and nooky later, okay?”

What he’s saying is going over her head. Biting her lips, her eyes go to his hand that cupping her thighs, nearly swallowing it entirely. Then those hands. The veins bulging. She blinked at him. His dark eyes were low and his curly hair freshly lined.

“Are you listenin’ to me?”

She doesn’t want to talk anymore. She wanted him. In her. Making her scream like only he could. Grinding slowly in his lap, she felt his dick get hard instantly. She smiled.

“Daddy, did you see my new charm?”

Lifting up her cheerleading top slightly, she showed her pieced belly button. Of course, Erik gave her the money to get it done. Like he did with everything from her hair, nails, and clothes. He always took care of her.

“You see? I got an E! For Erik!”

Before he could say anything else, her hands slide down his chest, down to his shorts.

“Y/N—” he exhaled.

Getting to her knees, she tugged his shorts and boxers down. Grabbing his hard dick, she squeezed slightly.

“F-Fuuckk…”

Her daddy was so big. Sometimes it hurt when he when he lost control and went deep. But she loved it. Loved letting her other cheer mates know how good her daddy fucked her. That they weren’t getting his big dick, and she knew a few of the girls on the team wanted him.

“I can make you feel good. Can’t I daddy?”

Her pussy throbbed as she licked her lips. Gathering spit, she stuck her tongue out. Licking the underside of his dick slowly, Erik’s head leaned back on the couch. He was so fucking big. Her mouth hurt as she stretched to make him fit in her mouth. She couldn’t take all of it, opting to squeeze the base of his dick rhythmically like her pussy.

“Y/N, what the hell I t-tell y-you?”

Ignoring him, she drools on his dick. Erik places a hand on the back of her head, groaning as he pushed her further down and she gagged. She closed her eyes, falling into a rhythm and the sounds of Erik. He might be mad later, but the way he pumped into her mouth, she knew he’ll forgive her. Like he always did.

“Hmm Fuck!”

The salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue. His dick hit the back of throat. Forcing her to gag on repeat. Spit and drool raced down her chin, covering her hand as she stroked him and she focused on the head of his dick. Her tongue teased him, circling the head, dipping into the slit. His hand tightened to the point of pain, but she kept going. All her dumb brain could think was making her daddy cum the hardest he had ever cummed.

“G-Godamn baby, right there... Yeah—F-Fuck you so damn good.”

The praises from Erik make her ecstatic. Bobbing her head faster, she ignored the ache in her jaw. This time she wants to force her tight little throat to take him. Her other hand went to his thigh, her nails digging in as she shifted forward on her knees. Pressing down, her cheeks puffed up, and she gagged before she felt the pop!

“Baby shit—”

Pride washed over her as she felt him stiffened. Tears pooling in her eyes, she forced herself to swallow, squeezing his dick deliciously. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, loving the way the thickness almost makes her retch. Drool sloppily pools onto his shorts and the couch and Erik’s head tilts back. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he moans and bites his bottom lip.

“Y/N...”

She squeezes his balls and his hips jerk and she feels his dick swell. Letting her teeth graze him slightly, his cum hits the back of her throat. She swallows dutifully, not letting a single drop go to waste. When he finally comes down, cracking his eyes open, she’s stroking the last bit of cum onto her tongue.

“Baby...”

Sticking out her tongue, she let him see the cum before she swallowing the rest.

“Did I do wonderful daddy?”

Erik can’t fucking respond to that. His body feels limp and his mind is mushed. Y/N crawls over into his lap. Kicking off her shoes, she stands on the couch. Placing one hand on the back of it, she squats and pulls her panties to the side. Her thighs slick from sucking him off, she presses her pussy to his lips.

“Eat me daddy.”

He blinks slowly, and Y/N bites her lower lip, rubbing her pussy back and forth.

“Please daddy? Eat me? Eat me please!”

She shivers when she feels his big tongue slide between her lips. Her thighs tremble as she glances between her legs. Erik looks at her lazily, allowing her to fuck his face. She grinds her clit on his mouth and his tongue swirls around the bud before sucking it in.

“Daddy!”

He eats her nastily. She slumps down. Knees pressed against the back of the couch. She has one hand in his hair and her pussy smashed against his face. She feels his hot breath, but she doesn’t care if she’s suffocating him or not at this point.

“Mmm...” She feels Erik hum on her clit, her juices flowing down the sides of his face. She feels his hands come to steady her ass as his tongue flicks her clit before fucking her slowly. Her eyes cross, and her right leg is spazzing like fucking crazy. She wasn’t gonna last long.

“O-oh my goooood! Daddy!”

Her head tilts back as his arms come around her waist. He’s sucking her clit and releasing it with a slick pop. His other hand coming to her ass, kneading it roughly before he smacks it. Her toes curl into the couch as he forces her to stay with the onslaught of pleasure.

“Erik!”

A shudder takes her body and tears spill from the corner of her eyes. Her hips dip and roll frantically, his tongue delving into her messy hole, his face drenched with her. He grunts but continues to suck her clit, releasing it and flicking it slowly, still forcing more of her juices from her.

“I-I can’t please!”

Her knees give out, and she would have smothered him if he didn’t lift her off his face and onto his lap. Y/N is turned on by seeing his face shiny with her juice. Immediately she licks his face, tasting herself.

“Fuckin’ brat, I said wait.”

There’s little venom in his voice, and Y/N maneuvers out of her top. Pulling her skirt up around her stomach, her hands find his big dick. Still hard, and she rubs the tip between her sensitive folds.

“Slut me out. Please daddy? Need it so bad!”

Mouth open as she panted, she pressed herself slowly down on his dick. Batting her eyes at him, she cried out when her ass met his thighs. Her legs trembling and her pussy straining.

“Should I fuck you? Hm? You’ve been a brat.”

“P-please! I deserve it.”

She grabbed her ass, lifting her up slowly and letting her down so she felt every inch of him. Y/N eyes roll back as the head hit her cervix and lifts her once more.

“Do you?”

“I d-do! I do.”

“Why couldn’t you wait, huh? Why? Got me fuckin’ you on the couch when Brandon or Clyde can walk in.”

Y/N was so drunk for the dick she forgot about his roommates. Mewling contently, she placed her hands on either side of his head; her lashes fluttering.

“F-Fuck my pussy, daddy. I don’t c-care.”

Erik rolls his hips, and she feels his heavy hand slap both cheeks. Locking eyes with Erik. She loves how small she looked compared to him. His gigantic size always making her feel protected.

“Don’t worry baby, I got you. Gonna fuck your pussy raw. You want that?”

Y/N nods quickly.

“Mhm ‘kay. Gonna stretch that pussy out.”

His dick hit her cervix, and she whines at the faint pain. He ground against her, and she screams, and he’s fucking her now. Rising and letting her drop back onto his dick. He circles his hip, and she clutches his shoulder.

“S-shit daddy!”

“Wet ass pussy... Don’t make no sense, girl.”

He’s giving her constant hard thrusts. Not letting up, he hisses as her cream drenches his dick and thighs. You would have thought it had been years since she last fucked Erik, but it had only been three days since she last seen him. He retracts his hips, throwing his head back onto the couch, and Y/N let her nails rake down her abdomen.

“Ung! D-Daddy— Mhm, p-please fuck me!”

His heavy balls slap her ass, and the long drag of his dick against her walls sends goosebumps up her spine. She loved how that fat dick stretched her, and he pushed in deep, till the base of his dick rubbed her swollen clit. Erik squeezes her waist, her breast bouncing with each wet slap! Her pussy tightens around his dick, and she glances at Erik to see him practically drooling, sweat building on his face.

“Mhm! T-That’s my spot d-daddy ungh! Mmh! Ahh—”

Y/N yelps and whines as she grabs his shoulder. Gaining some strength, she slams her ass down onto his lap. It was a delicious burn as she praises him. Telling him how good of a daddy he was. How he fucked her so good. How she was glad he was taking her pretty little pussy. Erik’s not even in reality at this point. Y/N somehow took the lead, and his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hands barely staying on her waist.

“G-Goddamn Baby. Pussy is too good. Fuck, good ass pussy on you.”

Her heart skips. “You mean that, daddy?”

Erik nods. Grinning, her pussy squelches around his dick, and she rolls her hips. Erik grabs the back of her head, pulling her lips to his, and his fingers dig into her ass painfully. Heavy pants slipping from them both as drool escapes them both as they make out.

“Bounce. That’s it, baby. Fuck this dick.”

Y/N obeys, her nails digging into the couch, as he hits that spot. Her eyes roll and she tries to stop, but Erik slaps her ass. Forcing her to go as her walls tighten around him.

“Work that dick, baby.”

“Daddy, I-I mhm—shit! Right there! Right there!” Bouncing on him, she chokes on a sob as she swivels her hips. Mouth opens she her orgasm took over her. Pleasure rolling over her like a wave. She clamped around him tighter, and he cursed under his breath as he pumped slowly, letting her ride it out.

Y/N falls forward, planting her face into the couch, as his dick stays hard and she babbles in his ear.

“We ain’t done, baby,” he slaps her ass and she twitches. “Gotta nut. Gotta fill you up.”

Y/N opens her mouth to respond when there are voices in the hall. Heavy steps and keys jingling, heading toward them. Erik stands with her wrapped around him. Grabbed her shirt and ushered them into his bedroom.

The front door opened just as his door closed, and he tossed her onto his bed.

“Yo Erik, you in here, man?”

Y/N tries to sit up, but Erik turns her over, smacking her ass.

“Yeah!”

He makes her assume the position. Pressing on her spine till it looked like she was spineless.

“You seen where I left my charger, man? Got to the fucking library and realize I ain’t have it.”

It’s Brandon talking, and she wants to tell his ass to shut up, and she hears Erik opening his dresser drawer.

“You give it to Clyde?”

The drawer closes and Erik tosses a bottle of lube next to her. Still in her skirt, he pushes it up farther. Getting behind her, he taps her pussy with his heavy dick before he slides in. Her eyes close, lowering her chest to the bed, her arch is even deeper, and she sneaks her hand between her thighs, rubbing her sensitive clit.

“Fuck! You right. Lemme check this nigga’s room.”

They hear his steps fade to the back of the apartment. Erik presses deep and her mouth opens on the bed, a deep groan escaping his throat. Digging her nails into his comforter, she’s overwhelmed with the smell of him in the sheets and him behind her, knocking her walls loose.

“You gon’ keep quite? Huh?”

Erik’s voice is rough and deep, sending a tingle up her spine. He pulls out and slaps each ass cheek twice.

“What I say?”

“Yes! Mhm—yes.”

She turns her head on the bed, her gaze unsteady on the Tupac poster on the wall. Erik fucks into her deep. Whimpers escaping, his hand goes to her ponytail, yanking her head back and curving her spine. Salvia dribbles down the corners of her mouth as the bed squeezes and he fucks her harder.

“Thought you had me earlier, huh? Thought that good pussy got me? You like this dick, baby? Yeah? Fuckin’ soakin’ me.” He cooed in her ears and tears well in her eyes once more once he stops. Pressing deep inside and circles his hips. She whines, and he presses a hand to her mouth.

“Mhm, what I say? Be fuckin’ quiet.”

Every thrust knocked the wind out of her chest, and butterflies filled her stomach as another orgasm built. He didn’t stop hitting that spot in her repeatedly. She cried out loudly, and a hand went to his waist.

“Daddy!”

“Shut that shit up. Stay still.”

“Mhm ooh! P-please!”

He stroked her rougher, tearing her ass up, and her moans heightened to the point of no return.

“Don’t run, take this dick.”

She tried to crawl forward, but he caught her. Fisting a hand in her hand, and his arm coming around to circle her throat. Both hands went to his arm as he fucked her roughly. Talking dirty in her ear, Brandon, if he came this way, would hear them without a doubt. Her body quaked unexpectedly, taking them both by surprise.

“Fuck! You squirtin’.” Liquid flooded from her body. Coating his stomach and thighs, she twitched as a puddle appeared under her.

“Daddy p-please… No more.”

Her juices slowed, and she twitched, her pussy squelching as he fucked her slowly and her arch breaks. Erik didn’t stop. Pulling from her, she hears the top of the lube open and something cold on her asshole.

“E-Erik please…”

Pressing forward, she missed the way his jaw dropped. Her ass swallowing him easily. She’s breathless when his hand goes between her legs and to her clit. She whines.

“Mhm, c’mon one more baby. You gonna be good for daddy?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. For you daddy.”

“Good…”

He thrust, taking both her arms, he folds them on her back. His name spilling from her lips.

“Fuck me. Fuck me faster.” Erik slaps her ass.

“Don’t stop… Mhm please don’t stop!” She yelled.

Both were so caught up in one another he didn’t hear Brandon walking toward his door asking him a question. Slamming into her, she crosses her ankles together, leaning forward, but he follows. Bouncing back for ever thrust, he pulls her hair. Igniting a burn in her scalp, and his mouth comes near her ear. He grunts, pressing his forehead into her neck.

“Hm you like this? Like me fuckin’ that ass with Brandon on the other side? Turns you on, don’t it? That’s why your fuckin’ drippin’ again.”

“Yes! Yes!”

Spanking her ass hard, her tired body was burning once again. Building up to a nasty orgasm that was going to put her out for the count. She screamed, and Erik didn’t cover her mouth. Both of them losing strength and sunk into his mattress, her face was planted in the mattress as she heard him grunt.

“Fuck I’m cummin’ baby.”

Squeezing his dick, she felt him jerk and bite down on her shoulder. Rolling his hips, his head leaned back as Y/N whines. Both of them shaking from their orgasm. Falling to the side of her, he pulled out, and she didn’t move. His hands went to her ass.

“Mhm, shit. You feel too fucking good.”

Cum oozed from her swollen asshole, and her juices were smeared everywhere. It was an erotic fucking sight, and Erik grumbled in appreciation, his finger pressing on the tight hole. She whimpered.

“I can’t take anymore, daddy.” Turning around to face him, they both were worn out.

Erik leaned forward, giving her a sloppy kiss. She felt her nipples harden and a moan leave her.

“Y’all still fuckin’ in there? Can I get a charger please? And Erik, you better clean this couch with Y/N’s pussy juices.”

“Shut the fuck up, nigga.” Erik stands putting on his shorts, he grabbed his charger off his desk. Cracking the door open, he threw it in Brandon’s face, not letting him have time to peek in and he the dude grumbled.

“Now, are you ready to study? Hm, my pretty dumb baby?”

Erik laid next to her, his arm circling her hip, and he pulled her into his chest.

“Yes, daddy.”

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“That dress gon’ get you into trouble, Princess.” 

You threw him a coy smile before turning back to the giant mirror in the middle of the store. You were the only customer there, Michael preferring to reserve stores for an hour or two so you could have a private and serene shopping experience. It ensured everyone in the store was solely dedicated to getting you exactly what you needed and wanted. Most stores happily obliged, knowing that anytime Michael brought his princess in, the limit on his card was nonexistent. Today was no different. 

“That looks great on you,” a man offered as he emerged from the back of the store. His dreads were neatly pulled back out of his face. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, the exact type of man who would have once turned your head before you met Michael, the love of your life. But no one compared to the literal sexiest man alive in your eyes and that was a fact. 

You had never seen him in the store before but when the woman you typically worked with didn’t return, you realized he would be assisting you. 

“Hope you don’t mind. Jenn had a family emergency. I’m Marcus,” he reached out to shake your hm which you accepted with a bright smile. 

“Nice to meet you. Y/N,” you introduced yourself before turning back to the mirror, your hands running over the luxuriously soft material that hugged your curves. “Not sure this is the most flattering though.” 

“I have another dress in the back, we just got it in. Similar to this one but it’s perfect for you. Will be far more flattering. A body like that… you should show it off.” 

You did not pick up on the obvious flirting in his tone, particularly as that was the farthest thing from your mind. You merely nodded with a smile. “Thank you. That would be great. Can’t wait to see it.” 

“I’ll bring that and a couple other pieces. We technically aren’t supposed to show them yet but for a friend,” he winked at you. “I can bend a few rules.” 

“Really??” You were merely excited about getting an advanced look at your favorite store’s new pieces. 

“Of course. Be right back.” 

“Thank you!” You watched him for a few moments as he walked away before turning to Michael whose face was set in a scowl. “Everyone here’s so nice all the time.” 

“That nigga’s nice cause he wants to fuck you,” Michael grumbled, his tone signaling that he was not as pleased with the service as you.” 

Your jaw fell open before you laughed at the absurdity of the idea. Men rarely flirted with you, if ever. “Come on, baby. Don’t be silly. He wants us to spend money, likely to make his commission better so he’s just being extra complimentary.” 

“Nahhh, I watched him basically undress you with his fuckin’ eyes, Princess. Besides, I’m the one payin’ and nigga didn’t say shit to me. Acted like I’m not even here. I don’t like him.” 

You merely laughed, clearly not realizing that Michael was genuinely upset with the salesman. “Aww my grumpy baby. You don’t like anyone,” you teased before disappearing into your dressing room to try on more outfits. 

Outfit after outfit, you pranced around for your boyfriend and gave him a fashion show. He was thoroughly unhelpful as he loved 95% of the items you tried on and refused to help you narrow down the massive stack of clothes. Anytime you went shopping, he thought you should buy everything you remotely liked, even if you had one exactly like it in the closet at home. 

“What do you think? Don’t need both black dresses,” you muttered more to yourself than either man in the room. 

“You look perfect in both. Just get both.” 

“Not helpful, babe!” 

“I think you should get the one you have on. Shows off your body better.” 

“You commentin’ on her body a lil too much, my nigga,” Michael called out, clearly frustrated by Marcus’ innocent compliments toward you as you finished trying on clothes. 

“Michael!” You whipped your head around in shock at his rudeness. “Sorry, he gets very grumpy when we’ve been shopping too long.” 

“No apologies needed,” he raised his hands in surrender before making an excuse to go to the back of the store to get her something else. 

You scoffed once he was gone, you and Michael having a silent standoff. 

“That was hella rude,” you chastised him. 

Michael merely shrugged “Hella rude for him to openly flirt with my girl in front of me. He bold enough for that shit, he’s bold enough to take the heat.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Nah and what were you doin’? Flirting back with that nigga.” 

You let out a laugh at the absurdity of that statement. “Flirting back?? It’s called being nice. I only got eyes for one, very jealous man.” 

And with that, you disappeared back into the changing room to put back on your real clothes. You could not understand what was up with Michael as of late. He seemed to be so much more jealous than he used to be lately, snapping or glaring at any man who got too close or talked to you for too long. He had done the same thing at a premiere just last week. You had chalked the first couple times up to him having a bad day but now you wondered if something else was wrong. 

“You ok?” You asked as you both patiently waited for Marcus to package your mountain of clothes and accessories. 

His eyebrow was furrowed with an angry expression on his face. Still packing most of the weight of Erik Killmonger, he looked intimidating to say the least. But you did not understand what he could be that upset about, nothing had even happened. 

He did not answer you, merely handing Marcus his card to finish paying. 

“Need help getting these to your car?” Marcus asked, his hands already preparing to grab the heavy garment bags and smaller shopping bags 

“That would be g-” you started to say when Michael immediately cut you off. 

“Nah we got it.” His short tone made you cringe slightly, Marcus’s face blanching at the rudeness of it. 

He gestured for his security to pick up the bags and grabbed the rest himself before gesturing for you to exit the store. You merely offered a polite thank you before following him out of the store. 

***

As soon as you walked into the house, you started up the stairs to put your new items in their proper spots when he stopped you. 

“Princess!” 

“What’s up, babe?” 

His tone and face looked almost bored as he scrolled on his phone. “When you’re done, assume the position by the counter.” 

Your eyes grew wide with surprise. Assume the position was a clear directive in the Jordan household, one that let you know the relaxing evening you had planned was not going to happen. A sign that you had upset your master, and thus, must be punished. 

“What did I do??” The logical part of your brain was well aware he was not going to tell you. If your infraction was not obvious, he rarely told you what it was until the punishment had started. But as you racked your brain, you could not understand what on Earth you did to upset him. You had a really nice day together and aside from the weird interaction with the sales associate, he seemed fine. Then it clicked in your brain. 

His jealous streak seemed to not have ended earlier, after all. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. 10 minutes.” 

He did not spare you another glance before he disappeared toward the living room, leaving you gawking after him on the stairwell.

“Fuck my life,” you muttered as you raced up the stairs. You completely disregarded your original mission of putting your clothes away, you did not have time for that. 

Instead, you stripped down to nothing and pulled your braids out of their high ponytail. You went to your drawer and pulled out the various things you knew were required: your collar and leash, nipple clamps, flogger, blindfold, and ball gag. He did not always use them all and sometimes he used none of them. But that was another thing for him to know and you to find out. 

You descended down the stairs, your entire body almost floating with anticipation. You knew whatever he had planned would be the most delicious form of torture and that he would fuck you senseless once you begged for his forgiveness enough. 

Michael was leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone as he waited. Ingredients for dinner laid out on the counter. 

“Thinkin’ short ribs for dinner. Cool?” He asked, his voice completely calm and normal despite what you knew was about to happen. The sweet, doting finace who cared what you wanted for dinner would disappear and a new persona would take over. 

“Sounds good. Thanks, babe.” 

“You ready, Princess?” he asked, checking in as he always did before an intense punishment or scene, which you always appreciated. They were punishments but they were supposed to be pleasurable, in a way, for you too. 

“Yes, daddy,” you answered immediately, handing him all the toys you brought with you before sinking down to your knees before him. You spread your legs just enough for your flower to be on display for him, already wet and aching for his rough touch in the mere minutes he left you. The chill of the house caused the hair on your arms to stick up but you ignored it, things would heat up in a few minutes. 

You wanted to smirk as you watched his eyes cloud with lust but you kept your face neutral. Michael was gone and your master stood in front of you. And his perfect, submissive fuck toy replaced you, designed and ready for whatever pain or pleasure he was generous enough to offer. And the growing ache between your thighs revealed a simple truth: you loved every single second of being his slut. 

Your eyes remained trained on the wood panels of the kitchen floor as he silently studied you. The minutes stretched on and on at an agonizing pace but you did not lift your head or move an inch. However, you could not stop the little sigh of relief that passed your lips when you finally saw his feet come into your line of vision. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, your mouth falling open with a small moan as he squeezed. It was not hard, just enough to let you know he was there. More, you wanted to beg. That was the problem, it did not matter what he did. You just wanted more of it and more of him. You were so addicted to the drug that was Michael, it felt like a lifetime supply would not even be enough. 

His hand forced your head upward so you were looking directly into his expressive brown eyes, your favorite part of him. This position could have had you cumming right then. 

All you could think about was how good it felt to have his hand squeezing your throat while you rode his dick. The mere memory made your pussy clench. But that was not in the cards for you… not yet anyway. 

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He knew everything about his little fuck toy, exactly what his Princess wanted and needed. And there was not a man alive who knew it better. “Such an eager fuck toy for me. That’s why you were tryin’ on all those slutty clothes today? Think you’d get my attention and I’d come back here and fuck you like the attention-seeking whore you are?” He asked as he let go of your throat, much to your sadness, and started circling you. A predator sizing up his prey, indeed. 

You were not foolish enough to answer a single question he levied, they were rhetorical. 

“But I wasn’t the only man whose attention you got. Bet you loved that shit too… his hands on you fixing your outfits, complimenting you. Flirting with him, accepting his help right in front of your master. I should’ve fucked you right there in front of him to remind you that there’s only one man whose attention you should want.” 

The thought of that made your head spin. Him forcing you to your knees in the dressing room, fucking you from behind, claiming you and your body loudly for every person to hear. 

He gently put your collar around your neck, the fur lining made it more comfortable than it would have been otherwise. It was custom, Princess Y/N, embroidered on it. 

“Too tight?” he asked as he attached the leash to it. 

“No master,” you muttered. 

“Good.” 

He tugged on it, forcing you in step behind him. You bit back the moans this caused, him walking you around your living room and kitchen for a few minutes. He knew how much you loved to crawl behind him. It was clear he was trying to ramp you up as much as possible before the punishment truly started. And it was working perfectly. 

By the time you returned to the spot you started at in the kitchen, your knees in pain from the hardwood floor, your body was screaming for his touch. Your core felt painfully empty, you were desperate to feel him on you, inside you. He slid the blindfold over your eyes. 

You whimpered for a moment at the sudden loss of sight, sensory deprivation was a new game for you both and you were still getting used to it. 

“Say the word and the blindfold can come off, Princess,” he whispered. At your nods, he continued. “Face down, ass up. Legs spread. Don’t move a muscle.” 

You adjusted yourself to assume his favorite position. You hissed as your upper body laid against the cool kitchen floor but you made sure the arch in your back was perfect, your ass perched high in the air. Your legs were spread enough for him to see the glistening mess coating your inner thighs. 

“You disgustin’ cum slut. Crawlin’ like a whore made you that wet?” He degraded you, making your entire body shudder as his hands caressed your ass. 

“Yes daddy,” you breathed out, your brain already losing the ability to fully form words. The fog of pleasure was already heavy and he had not even started. “I-I’m sorry.” 

You tensed up sightly, knowing that when you least expected it, his caresses would turn into sharp blows that would make you cry out. However, just as quickly as he started touching you, he stopped. You could not feel his presence around you at all. You had not been given permission to move and you could not see him. You could not even sense where he was anymore. 

Had he left you there? Naked and unable to move like a statue? After a few moments, you heard soft footsteps not far away, causing you to exhale slightly. He was still hovering around. 

Minutes passed by, slower than you thought time could move, as he just left you there without  a single touch or word. But you followed directions, your legs would literally collapse before you moved a muscle. 

Your mind raced to understand why he was not punishing you. And after about 15 minutes of utter silence except for the sounds of him cooking, you longed for it. The sting of his palm, the fire of the flogger against your ass, your thighs, your back, literally anywhere at this point. But there was nothing. This was more of a punishment than the spanking. If you had been given permission to speak, you would have begged for your own torture at this point, would have begged for as many lashings as he felt you deserved for being such a shameless whore. But you could do nothing, nothing but sit with shaking legs in your disorienting haze of pleasure until he decided that you were worth even doling out a punishment on. 

It was clear to you why he chose that particular spot, a spot you knew was visible to him regardless of where he stood in the kitchen. You were on display. 

At that realization, you deepened the arch in your back to something you didn't even know was possible. You had to force yourself not to wiggle your ass in his face, entice him to light it on fire with his strength. 

“Couldn’t even last 15 minutes without daddy’s attention, could you?” You were not sure if you were allowed to answer. “You may speak, Princess.” 

“D-daddy pl-please…” you begged. 

“Didn’t seem to care about me earlier. Why should I give you attention now?” 

“B-Because… I need…” your words failed you. You needed so much in that moment. You needed the pain, you needed the pleasure it brought, you needed to be reminded what you were and whose you were. 

“You need what? Need me to make you cum? You’ll be grateful if I let you cum at all tonight. Need me to fuck you like the cumslut you are? Not sure you deserve my dick. Or you need me to remind you what happens to disobedient fuck toys who anger their masters? Need me to remind you who owns you?” 

“Y-Yes! P-Please… I d-deserve to be punished. I n-need it.” The words barely left your lips before you felt the first blow of the flogger against your ass. “T-Thank you,” you moan, savoring the sting and ache it left behind. 

However, you could not savor it long as he rained them down on every inch of your ass and thighs and a couple well-placed agonizing ones against your pussy that made you scream. You kept count, as was already required. 

“Keep your legs open, slut or I’ll add five more,” he demanded as your entire body convulsed as the flogger caught part of your clit. You forced your body to maintain the position, which took all your willpower. And to think, you begged for this. 

Tears were streaming down your face when he reached 29. That was the most he had ever done with the flogger as it was more painful than his hand and it was torture. However, you took it, the desire to use your safeword never coming to your mind. You would not be able to sit tomorrow but your entire body was on fire, hot, sweaty and desperate for him to fuck the shit out of you. 

When you finally said 30, you were proud of yourself for taking all of it like a champ. 

“That’s a good slut. You should see your ass right now,” he muttered. “So beautiful.” You could only imagine your entire body was completely red and you could feel a couple welts from where he punished you in the same spot over and over again. “You may sit up.” 

You whimpered as you stretched and moved out of your position, your muscles protesting. As you sat up, his hand cupped your cheek and wiped away the few falling tears. 

“Too much?” he asked quietly. 

“No sir. T-thank you for r-reminding me what I am,” you whisper. 

He helped you to your feet, your legs shaking slightly. 

“Let’s watch somethin’ on the tv. Short ribs are slow cookin’.”

Despite the pain in your body, you could not help but smile. This was what made the punishments worth it, this moment. You were happy he let you walk to the couch, giving you a chance to stretch your legs. You stood and watched, licking your lips as he stripped off his clothes before sitting down, his head dripping with pre-cum that made you want to sink to your knees and steal a taste. You licked your lips, longing clearly written on your face that made Michael want to chuckle. He knew how much his Princess loved servicing him on your knees. 

“Don’t even think about it. Worthless cunts who can’t remember who they belong to don’t get a taste. Why?” 

“Because servicing you is a reward and I don’t deserve a reward, daddy,” you mumbled quietly, your voice just as lost and pitiful as you felt. This was the point of punishment though because all you now wanted to do was assure him you were his perfect, obedient princess so you could be rewarded. 

“Good girl. Earn my forgiveness and maybe I’ll fuck that sweet mouth before bed tonight. Now for your punishment…” 

Your eyes grew wide. The last 30 minutes had not been the punishment?? 

Fuck my life. 

“Climb up here and sit on my dick. Facing the tv.” 

You practically catapulted onto his dick without hesitation. Not just because good girls did what they were told without hesitation but because this was your type of punishment. RIding his dick was your favorite pastime.

You slid down on his hard dick, moaning loudly as he filled you to the brim. It was not the orgasm your body desperately needed but it satisfied the overwhelming, blinding carnal need to be filled you felt. You immediately started rocking your hips to increase the friction and pleasure when a powerful and painful swat against your already bruised ass stopped your movements. 

“I didn’t tell your dumb ass to move. Seems like you keep forgetting I own you Princess. This pussy… this body… it’s all mine. And no one else gets to touch what’s mine, no one else controls what’s mine. So you’re gonna sit there on my dick and you’re not gonna move until I tell you to. When I tell you to ride my dick, you do it. When I tell you to stop, you fuckin’ stop. Understand?” 

“D-Daddy please?” you hoped your pleas for mercy and the soft puppy eyes you had on would be enough to soften his resolve. Of all the things he had forced you to do since walking in the house, this was the worst of them. To feel him inside you and be so close to bringing him the pleasure he deserved and you desperately needed but not be allowed to? 

Fuck my life. 

“You should be thankin’ me for even letting your worthless cunt warm my dick. Now sit there and watch the show,” he nodded toward the tv where an episode of both of your favorite anime was playing. 

You moaned and turned around, trying to keep your attention focused on the show in front of you. However, it was impossible. 

This was an utterly new sensation and, while it was torturous, you could not deny that it was pleasurable in its own way. 

Michael’s girth and length was something to be reckoned with and he knew how to use it. His dick perfectly curved into your g-spot and could have you cumming with a few strokes. As you sat on him, his hands occasionally wandered to caress your other pleasure zones. His strong hands massaged your inner thighs causing you to moan. 

You wondered if you could orgasm from just sitting there. You would not because you did not have permission but you wondered if it was possible. Because between his hands and the feel of him inside you, you could think of nothing else. You could feel every inch of him, his dick throbbing and pulsing like a heartbeat against your walls. 

Your body squirmed in his touch, your moans as he played with your body were consistent, particularly when he brushed against your clit. He offered a featherlike touch, it was barely there but you were so worked up, you felt every jolt of pleasure through your body magnified. 

Your pussy clenched around him as if silently begging him to move. But you knew he would not allow you to until he was ready. 

He worked up a rhythm against your clit, your movements becoming more uncontrolled, your breaths heavier. You weren’t gonna last long like this.

“Whose pussy is this, Princess?” 

“Yours, daddy. Only y-yours.” 

“Who can bring you pleasure like your master?” 

“N-No one. J-just you.” 

“Never forget that shit, understand?” 

You nodded fervently. Every punishment had a lesson and this one was etched into your brain matter as now was the feeling of every vein and inch of his dick. 

“I w-won’t! I promise, daddy.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your bare back, increasing the speed of his fingers. “Cum on my dick, Princess.” 

With permission to cum, you stopped holding back and allowed your body to feel everything. Fuck his fingers knew exactly what buttons to push as your body finally got the pleasure it needed for the last hour. The build up was so fast you barely got to enjoy it but you did not care, you needed the crash, the fall to drown in the pleasure only he could provide. And when you reached the peak, you crashed hard. 

“You like that, baby? You gon’ cum for daddy?” 

“Y-Yes… fuck… t-thank you!” you cried out as you threw your head back as an explosion of pleasure took over every inch of your body. You felt pleasure down to the very cells that made up every part of you. 

You gasped as Michael’s hand wrapped around your long hair and gripped it, pulling you backward. He turned you so his mouth could claim yours, drowning out your moans and cries with a kiss so dominating you never wanted it to end. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, causing your heart to soar. “You’ve earned my forgiveness. Ride.” 

You did not need to hear anything else as you started to ride him with abandon, moaning every time his head rammed into your g-spot. You’d cum again before this was over but you made it your personal mission to ensure he did too. You pulled out every trick and play you had in the book until you felt his hands dig into your hips and he started ramming into you. 

You let him take control as he fucked you like a rag doll, ignorning the ache of your bruised ass and thighs as he slammed into them with every thrust upward. He kept you flush to his chest with one hand wrapped tight around your neck, the gentleness of his choking earlier long gone. 

“Where you want it?” he demanded as you felt the signs of him about to cum. 

“Cum inside me, please!” you begged. Michael knew you had a bit of a breeding kink, loving the feeling of him filling you with his cum. That was often another punishment when he would cum on you instead of inside you. Not that him marking his territory was really a punishment. 

“Want me to fill this sweet cunt, baby??” 

“Yes! Please, please!” you begged as he fucked you so hard you felt as if you would be seeing stars for hours. 

You could not stop your body from convulsing as you felt the warmth of his cum surge inside you, you clenched around him. 

Your legs burned as you used your arms, braced on his knees to stop your upper body from toppling forward. He rubbed soothing patterns along your spine to calm you. Michael pushed you to your limit every time but he also knew how to take care of you afterward. 

He lifted you off of him, a slight whimper escaping your lips at the emptiness you suddenly felt. He only sat you down long enough to stand up himself and you were quickly back in his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you up to your master suite. 

He laid you on the bed and got some soothing lotion and started massaging it everywhere the flogger hit you. You shuddered at the cool feeling but it felt heavenly combating the stinging you still felt and soreness you knew you would still feel tomorrow. 

“You did so good for me, Princess,” he offered, your sweet Michael clearly having returned to you. 

That was all you needed to hear, that you had pleased him. 

“Thank you.” Your gratitude was muffled against the comforter of your shared bed. After a few moments of silence, you sat up and glanced back at him. “You know you’re it for me, right? Don’t have eyes for anyone else.” 

“Yea I know… sometimes I just worry…” his voice trailed off. 

You ignored the ache to shift over to him and straddle his waist, his hands resting on your hips. “You’re always reassuring me, sometimes I forget you need that too. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It’s you and me till the end of the line, babe.” You teasingly peppered his face with kisses until he finally smiled and started laughing. 

“You and me, baby.” 

“But anytime you wanna get a little jealous and possessive and it leads to that? Feel free,” you joked, the scene still dominating every space in your mind. At your words, you suddenly became hyper aware of his member pressed against your core and instinctively started grinding on top of him. 

“Princess,” he growled. “This time ain’t about me,” he reminded her. Aftercare was about you and he was committed to it. 

“How much time do we have till dinner?” 

“Two hours.” 

“Enough time for you to teach me my lesson again and then take care of me. Don’t think it quite stuck,” you shrugged nonchalantly, taking on your bratty persona to rile him up. 

You shrieked as he flipped you over onto your back and stood up. Master was back and he was ready to make the most of those two hours.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!! My requests are open if you have more asks/requests… just know that it takes me a while lol