#blvckvenus

The premier tonight was an absolute success. You’d been to a few of these events together but this one felt so much better. Your debut as a couple had been stressful but now you had settled into a routine together, and the English paparazzi miraculously tended to leave the two of you to your little life together. It was gone midnight now and you’d finally made it out through the crowds and into the waiting car for the short drive back to Henry’s London townhouse.

The champagne from earlier was getting to your head as you smiled sweetly across at him, running your hand over his large thigh. “I love this suit baby.” You purred lightly, shifting closer to him across the seats. He glanced back at you and you were suddenly aware of his quieter than usual demeanour. In the mess of paparazzi, fans, and other celebrities you hadn’t taken much stock of Henry tonight.

“Everything okay?” Your voice was uncertain now, watching his reaction for some clue as to what was wrong. The engine of the Bentley purred beneath you, the sound of it filling the silence in the back seat.

“You had fun?” He asked in a measured tone, keeping his gaze forward as he spoke. You nodded, something Henry clearly spotted in his periphery as he carried on with his measured speech.

“Looking like that, it was hard for me to not to just carry you out of that theatre and have you in the toilets.”

A quiet gasp slipped from your lips as you threw a worried look in the direction of the driver. True the man was far enough in front that he could easily ignore you but sound carried in a closed metal box.

“Don’t look at him, look at me.” Henry growled lowly, his hand placed on yours now atop his thigh, dwarfing it as he did so.

“Anyway, I didn’t know you knew Clafin.” His tone remained steely, gaze fixing you back against your seat now.

“Yeah we met at one of your interviews or something.” You mumbled not seeing the problem but noting it was there from the way his huge shoulders were tensed beneath the suit jacket. Henry nodded, muscles in his jaw clenching as he did so.

“He seemed to like that dress as much as I did.” He said again, the controlled tone back again, warning of something darker beneath the surface. Despite his words you couldn’t help but flash a light smile, maybe it was the alcohol that was hazing your perception of how much danger you were actually in.

“Poor baby, come on you know we were just joking about-” your words were cut out by the feel of his fingers snugly clenched around your neck, the rest of the sentence dying on your lips. Before you could prevent it a moan of pleasure slipped from your mouth. You enjoyed the feel of him flexing dominance on you, meeting his gaze you looked back to him with the street light from outside glinting in your eyes.

“You know what. I think after tonight you need a reminder about who owns you princess. I don’t like sharing you with those photographers and actors and people.” He said the words with disdain that caused the hold on your neck to tighten ever so slightly. This is what you loved, your hand moved from his edging up to his tie tugging it lightly wanting to feel his skin beneath yours.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The boom of his voice had your fingers frozen against the material.

“You don’t touch till I say so, ever.” he firmness in his voice finally brought you out of the alcohol induced daze. A nod from you had the pressure at your neck releasing and instead Henry’s hand travelled up, to brush the soft skin of your lips.

“You don’t deserve anything more than this yet, y/n. You’re going to earn the rest.” His words were paired with two large fingers sliding in past your lips and running over your tongue to the back of your throat. You sucked on them lightly the taste of spilled whisky still present on the pads of his fingers. As he had your mouth busy Henry’s other hand undid the tie, quickly slipping the velvet material around your wrists, tugging a knot around them.

“Just in case you think you have the right to touch me again.” He said shoving your hands down into your lap, never stopping the movement of his own fingers up and down your tongue as he did so.

“Keep your eyes on the road.” He said throwing a cursory glance at the driver before leaning forward to pull the partition closed between the back and front seats. Now you were keenly aware of just how much trouble you were in.

Keeping his fingers rammed down your throat he used his other hand to manoeuvre you back down against the backseat. The cold leather cocooned your back and you had only a moment to glance up at the roof of the car before your vision was filled by Henry. His black hair fell lightly across his eyes as he looked down at you, clearly undone with desire.

“You’re going to be good aren’t you. Remember who you belong to. Tell daddy what you want.” With that last sentence his fingers were gone from your mouth, and you inhaled a quick breath of cool air.

“I want you, please.” Your words failed you, never quite as eloquent as he expected in situations like this. “I want you to show me what happens when I misbehave.” That was the closest you were going to get to a coherent sentence, considering your mind was preoccupied with the feel of his bulge pressed against the curve of your entrance.

“Not good enough.” As he spoke Henry’s hands had caught the material of your dress pushing the chiffon up to bunch around your hips. He looked down at the lacy material of your panties, a light smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle internally. Not good enough? He was making you work for it tonight.

“I want you to fuck me like only you know how.” That should do it. There was something that ticked him off about the thought of past guys you’d been with. He took pride in knowing he was the best you’d had. Would ever have. You were rewarded with a soft grunt of pleasure against your neck as he dropped his head down to nudge kisses along your exposed collarbone. You’d earned what was coming.

“This fucking dress.” He said quietly tugging the thin material with his teeth to pull it down and expose your breasts to the onslaught of kisses. “Was it made by Satan himself to tempt me?” You laughed at the overreaction, but quickly caught yourself as you saw the warning look directed up at you from Henry.

“Y/N. You laugh again and you won’t be able to walk out of this car.” He said sternly, catching your wrists from their position trapped on your lap still. Henry lifted them above your head to rest against the window.

“If those wrists drop you’re in trouble understood.”

You nodded a shudder going through your body as he pulled your right nipple in between his teeth, tongue circling the skin there as he played and rolled it between his lips. The hand which had previously been in your mouth was now pulling your panties aside, finger rubbing up through the soaking wet folds of your entrance.

“I bet you’ve been like this all night, waiting for me.” He said mused quietly and you were pretty sure it wasn’t for your benefit just Henry’s thoughts aloud. Either way he was right. Teasing you he placed only the tip of his index finger inside causing you to mew softly into the now heated air of the car.

“I know baby. It’s coming.” He replied kissing further down over your stomach biting the skin at your hipbone before leaving a blemish there with his mouth. Marking you. So clearly your earlier conversation with his co-star had irked him. You hadn’t painted him as a possessive guy but he was making sure you knew it now. Hand gone from between your thighs you heard the familiar sound of metal belt straps unbuckling above you. You attempted to lift your head and look up at him but he swiftly caught you jaw forcing you back down so you could only see the roof. The anticipation was his favourite part. That and the control.

“Come on little love, you know better than this by now.” His voice was still low but the edge was gone from it, he was more comfortable now he had you to himself and lain out beneath him. Away from anyone else seeing you in that dress. Before you could continue the thoughts you felt him enter you. His tip pushed its way through your entrance and deep within you causing a louder sound to slip from your lips. His hand moved to your stomach adding pressure there just as he knew you liked, still pushing his way in until his hips met yours. You gasped into the cab but for once you weren’t given the time to get accustomed to his length. This was a punishment after all, your comfort wasn’t top priority anymore.

Henry hips rocked back from their place atop yours just as quickly as he had entered you, until he was completely out before slamming forward again burying deep. The hand at your stomach snaked down to your hips, firmly holding you in place so you had no room to move, pinned by his large frame. You cried out again, as each motion went tip to base, nesting himself deeper inside you each time.

“I don’t want to hear it unless you’re moaning my name.” He growled up at you and the next thrust was met with silence as you struggled to keep your mind in control enough to obey the order. Henry’s fingers were still tilting your jaw upwards and you couldn’t see his face but the tone told you it wasn’t worth disobeying anything he said tonight. You whimpered his name plaintively with the next thrust and this time he rewarded you by staying deep.

His motions were faster now, still slamming over and over as his lips returned to your chest. Biting lightly and no doubt marking you as much as he could you barely registered the light pain there as he pummelled his length within you. Every sense of yours was covered by him, his huge chest shielding over yours in the car, the whisky from his fingers still present on your lips. This was the problem, no one else could ever fuck you like he did. Your mind was gone now, all thoughts scrambled into the feeling of Henry.

He paused, just as you thought your insides would cave and you struggled up against his hold to see what the matter was. Shit. Your hands which had been so purposefully placed above your head had slipped down to your chest, rested beside his head. Shit. Shit. Shit. One rule. Henry pulled back, silence in the cab once more as you felt the sudden emptiness inside without him.

He watched you for a moment and you couldn’t bring yourself to raise your eyes and meet his gaze. The silence was worse and you could almost hear his thoughts deciding what to do to you.

“I- Sorry... I-” large hands were wrapped around your hips lifting you off your back and flipping you over in the back seat before you could offer an excuse. He had you on your front, wrists trapped to the side of your body as Henry lifted your hips from the leather seat and pushed himself in again from behind. You attempted to raise yourself onto both hands but his forearm pushed into the small of your back forcing you down against the seat again.

Another small moan of pleasure came from your lips at the motion, simply happy to have him filling you again. One large knee shoved yours to the side, widening your hips beneath his and then the pressure was back. His hips were smacking down against yours hard now, thrusts rougher and deeper than before, the pressure of him trapping you down to the seat. It was only moments before your orgasm ripped through you, disconnecting you from the present for but a second. Your legs almost gave way, save for one of Henry’s hand that was large enough to cover your midriff supporting you up. He continued, spurred on by your walls clenching around his shaft drawing him deeper.

You could feel that he’d lost control and you couldn’t help but imagine how all those people from earlier would think if they saw him now. You didn’t have the thought for long before you felt the warmth of his seed filling you, groaning primally as he finally slowed, body collapsing down on top of yours. His breath was hot against the nape of your neck, warm lips pressed into your hair which was now a mess now from the heat of the cab. Henry stayed buried within, ensuring every last drop was entered deep inside, a few more slow pumps to ensure he’d fucked it all deep into you. Pulling out his hands rand lightly over your cheeks, thumb brushing any esaping droplets back up into your entrance before leaning down to press a wet kiss to your ass. 

You stayed face down against the seat as his hands disappeared. The sound of a zipper told you he had reordered himself and next thing you know you were carefully lifting into his strong arms. Henry nuzzled against your cheek as he checked what state you were in; the gentle man you were familiar with back again. 

“This is my last premiere.” You breathed opening your eyes finally to look around the car, windows steamed up from moments before. Your comment was met with a deep chuckle from Henry whose thick fingers squeezed your waist tentatively. 

Things had been busy recently as Chris was in constant meetings for his new venture A Starting Point. The site hadn’t gone live yet but he seemed to have daily meetings with Congress men and women which stole his time away from you but left a feeling of immense pride in your stomach. With all that had been going on in the world, your mental health hadn’t been all the good but knowing your Chris was out there trying to change it was helping immensely. Due to virtually everything being closed you’d spent the day inside, wearing one of his shirts, cleaning his place up as best you could, and even preparing dinner which sent a warmth emanating through the house.

6pm and right on cue the front door opened and you heard his heavy footfall through the hallway before you saw the familiar figure in the doorway. Large shoulders filled the wooden frame for a moment and the tense look on his face was briefly replaced with a look of satisfaction at seeing you curled on the sofa in his clothing.

“Evening sweetheart.” He said hands moving up to undo the tie around his neck, as he slowly made his way across the floor. There was an edge to his voice, probably forged in the stress of the day but it played dangerously on your mind.

“How was it?” You asked lightly standing to make your way over to him.

“He doesn’t want to join.” He sighed quietly “Too risky in the current climate.” He mimicked the accent as he closed the gap between the two of you exhaling a softy sigh.

“It’s like they hear my name and their guard goes up.” He growled lightly, hands tightening into loose fists as they snaked round your waist to bunch lightly at his shirt.

“It’s going to be okay.” You said sweetly looking up into troubled green eyes, as you stood in front of him now happy to be returned to his arms. “And if it’s not we will figure out some other way to get to them. But for now you should just... relax you seem stressed.”

As you spoke your arms slid round his muscled torso clinging your frame gently against his. “I am.” He answered quietly his lips pressed against your hair, words almost lost in them. “And you’re right I need to de-stress.” There was that gruff edge again, that lifted your head back up to look at him.

“You want my help with that?” You asked quietly searching his hues once more reading the subtext. He nodded lightly, still toying with the material of his tie in his fist, kissing your head as you watched him.

“That wide eyed look you give me, it almost makes me feel bad for what I’m about to do.” He chuckled wryly, hands moving up to cup your soft cheek in his palm, squeezing gently. “You want to help daddy out y/n? After the day he’s had.”

You nodded, in all honesty you’d missed him whilst he was travelling around and it was about time you both got the attention you craved.

“Use your words babygirl because you won’t be able to in a moment.” He said quielty, the hand at your waist guiding you over to the large couch. When he sat down an exhaustion was evident in the heaviness of his body, it hurting you to see it.

“Yes I do. More than anything.” You said quietly, glancing down to meet his gaze. As he regarded you above him Chris widened his legs, sitting in that wide legged position you’d seen too often. As he did you knelt between them, nestling comfortably between his calves.

Your hands moved to the zipper of his suit trousers but suddenly you were pulled backwards sharply by his hand clamped to the back of your neck. “Did I say you could touch yet?” There was that edge again, you hated to admit how much it excited you. Sure nice Chris was great but this one, this one that was so firm and controlled, he was all yours. Shaking your head you settled back against your heels looking up expectantly. It only took a moment for him to free himself, your eyes widening lightly as you saw him stand erect. He chuckled at that same look you were giving him leaning forward to brush your cheek again before his thumb pushed in between your lips opening them for him.

“So pretty. God I wish I could take you with me and keep this mouth under the desk for all those fucking meetings.” He said quietly, his thumb exploring your mouth causing you to drool lightly against his skin. The hand at the back of your neck guided you closer, knotting itself in your braids to give him complete control as he pulled you to his tip. “Remember what daddy taught you.”

It didn’t take more than a moment for you to sink your lips down around his shaft pushing him down to the back of your throat. Your head bobbed up and down the length slowly, mouth so full of him that you could barely breath. One heavy hand stayed at the back of your head controlling the pace, using your mouth as the tool he wanted it to be. You were rewarded with a low moan from Chris and as you managed to lift your eyes you saw his head leant back against the back of the couch, eyes fixed up at the ceiling as he relaxed into you. As much as he was in control you know you were helping him right now, letting him be the force you knew him to be.

The sight of him caused you to speed up your motions lifting your elbows to his knees to hold yourself up between him, as you continued useing your tongue to greedily beg him to release. “That’s my girl, y/n.” The sound of his voice was directed down again, evidence that he was watching you once more and his controlling hand jammed you down hard. Your lips were pressed to the skin at the base of his shaft now, causing you to choke slightly on his dick, throat tightening round him. You used the last of your agency to move your head side to side pushing him round your throat as you did and the primal sound that rewarded you from his lips was unlike any other you’d heard before.

You had only a half second to catch breath before there was a hand tightly around the front of your throat, cutting off your air supply again. His thick fingers pushed your chin upwards so you had no choice but to look up at him and the sight of his darkened green eyes caused you to whimper softly from wet lips.

“You make it all worth it.” He murmured, using his hand on your neck to lift you from the kneeling position, other hand slipping under your thighs to pull you up into his lap. “At least here I know the outcome. You cum when I say, you breathe when I say. Right babygirl.” You couldn’t even nod, eyes still huge and fixed on him, cheeks wet with a smart of tears.

He chuckled angling your hips up lightly teasing you with his tip at your entrance running it through the wetness between your folds. “I know I know it’s baby’s turn now right.” He said slipping his supporting arm out from under you to drop your hips down onto his, forcing himself deep within you. “My good little stress toy aren’t you?”

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After your earlier interaction had been abruptly tabled by the interruption of a certain pupper you and Chris had returned downstairs with the family to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Games had been played and you’d enjoyed dinner together, celebrating the last of the holidays while you could. Everyone had headed to bed but you’d insisted on finishing the dishes by hand before heading up yourself.

Your hands were buried in the soapy water filling the basin of the sink, almost done with the cutlery from dinner as the sound of retreating footsteps padded up the stairs. Just enough alcohol had been consumed by all so that everyone else had headed up to bed fairly early. As far as you could tell it was only you downstairs and Chris in the lounge, even Dodger had retired to his basket. Your back was to the door leaving you unaware of the quiet advance behind you. In fact your first alert of another presence behind you was the feel of hot breath against the nape of your neck. Chris.

“Almost done here little one?” Each word breathed a fresh plume of heat onto your skin as he spoke and your first instinct was to turn in his hold and meet his lips. Unfortunately Chris seemed to have another idea and the next feeling you had was two arms either side of your waist encasing you between the sink and his frame.

“Let me just dry up.” You said quietly, hands still trapped in the sink with little power to move anywhere unless he permitted it.

“But I like you so much better wet.” The words were said with a dangerous laugh his chin slipping in beneath your jaw now and tilting your head upwards as he littered kisses across your skin.

“I never gave you that reward I promised y/n, and you know I like to keep my word.” Those words, in the low timbre he spoke them, gave you all the information you needed about the rest of the evening. You relaxed back against his chest now, ass cradled in the groove of his hips behind. Chris pushed forward to meet your action and you could feel his member straining against the jeans separating you two.

“Here?” You whispered, a little panic in your voice as you struggled to turn and meet his green eyes, hidden from you by the positioning of your bodies.

“Everyone’s long asleep beautiful, it’s just us.” One of his hands remained firmly clamped to the sinks edge holding you in that stance but the other slipped from its station and ran lightly along your thigh, thumb wandering up the inner slope of it. The dress you wore was only thin but fell below your knees in an attempt to be modest around his family. It was no matter since Chris had it bunched around your hips in a matter of seconds, the rough palm of his hand slipping down towards your heat now, cupping it firmly.

“Who does this belong to?” The question sent a light shudder up your spine, eyes slipping shut as he ignited the space within you only reserved for his dominance. While lost in the words you hadn’t answered his question and the lack of response prompted a light pinch of your clit from him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself little one. We both know that’s not a good idea.” His action made you jump slightly in his arms only pushing you further against the bulge in his jeans.

“You.” You knew better than to make him wait any further. “Only you Chris.” You scrambled to regain control of your thoughts but he had already pushed the lacy material of your panties aside and was now running a finger along your entrance. He knew exactly how to make you fall apart beneath him, unclesr if the tantalising pace was more for his benefit or yours.

“That’s right y/n” he muttered quietly, finger still teasing its way between your swollen nether lips.

“And you’re going to do what I say aren’t you?”

A weak nod answered his question as you bit lightly on your lower lip.

“That’s right baby, you’re going to have to be as quiet as possible for me tonight.” You were both aware of the others upstairs. His home was large, but not large enough to hide the cries that normally echoed through the walls when Chris had his way. Before you could agree his finger curled it’s way inside you, joined by another now pushing through your entrance as he nipped lightly on your neck. The different spots of pleasure weakened your knees beneath him, soapy hands moving up to grasp onto the taps now as you started to fold.

“Stay where you are.” He ordered in the same gutturally low tone as before which only caused you to increase the bitten pressure on your lower lip.

His fingers inside you widened now testing your walls as he started to move slowly, a regular pace as he always started. You hadn’t been a virgin when you met but inexperienced was an understatement. He was still always gentle at first, at least for a few seconds. The only other sound in the house was the clocks persistent ticking on the kitchen wall behind you, but you were barely listening. Too consumed with the feeling of his thick fingers moving faster within you. His thumb was still brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance, as his buried fingers worked beneath, and each brush of your clit send an aching wave from the pit of your stomach down through your body.

“What do you want little one?” Fuck Chris, this wasn’t exactly the time for you to answer questions. You kept your mouth shut for fear if it opened the only sound that came would be a loud moan of his name. Seemingly he understood your worry and the feel of his warm hand moved up across your exposed neck before clamping firmly over your mouth.

“I’ve got you baby.” He promised you as a soft mewl slipped from your lips finally stifled by his fingers. The hand at your mouth allowed him to pull your head backwards arching your back against him so your hips were pushed further against the sink now. His fingers were pumping faster than they had before as if he was carving the orgasm out of you and his long digits easily curved inwards stroking your walls as they did.

“I still want to hear you.” His voice was controlled again, expectant of your compliance with the request. As much as you had to be quiet Chris was always one for verbal communication, he wanted to hear each of the whimpers he earned from you as they came. As he spoke teeth grazed against the lobe of your ear, biting lightly on the skin there. Another whine slipped out against his fingers, followed closely by more toppling from your lips.

The feeling of tightening in your throat rushed you suddenly and your entrance below followed suit telling you both this wouldn’t continue much longer. Your lips popped open but were quickly stuffed by Chris’ fingers pushing past the wet expanse of your tongue to keep you muffled as you writhed.

“You have permission.” He answered the question before it was asked and you mumbled a quiet thank you as the final string holding you together snapped inside of you. As your body crumbled beneath him Chris’s fingers jammed up hard inside you, only his knuckles exposed to the air as your hips shuddered against his arm, the strength of his forearm keeping you in place.

Your knees had given out as the pleasure rippled through your body. It was no matter as Chris had you in his arms pulling his fingers out of you and turning you to face him. Your eyes were still closed, and hands still wet with dishwater were limp at his chest as you breathed deeply not used to being upright when he had you. Glancing down at your weakened state his hands slipped down the back of your thighs and lifted them to wrap around his waist, kissing your head.

You were settled in the study, book rested against your thighs in the curled position you sat in. Henry was out of London, filming all weekend and you’d been bored on your own. All of yesterday you’d spent curled up in his t shirt, ordering food and bingeing Netflix. Too much lazing, you’d resolved to do a mildly productive activity this afternoon and taken advantage of the varied book collection of Henry’s.

There was a sound of the front door shutting, causing you to shift in panic, slamming the book shut. Who the hell was that? You clutched onto the book as footsteps padded through the house ending by the study door that was left open. Crouching up onto your toes in the seat you lifted the book as the door creaked open. As a figure entered you launched the book in it’s direction, it thudding against the wall behind Henry as he stood in the entrance to the room.

His face turned in disbelief to look at the mangled paperback on the floor before returning to you with a disappointed look. “That’s how you greet me?” There was a mild hint of laughter in his voice, but mainly he was shocked from the missile you’d just aimed at him.

“You aren’t supposed to be back till Monday.” You gasped, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you stood from your position on the chair.

“It is Monday, little love.” He replied with a patient smile, arms crossing across his large chest. As he watched you, you felt his eyes glance quickly over your frame, in a satin robe that left your legs exposed to the warm air of the house.

“Did my silly little baby get the days mixed up?” He asked drawing you into his hold as he spoke. You rested your head against his chest, nodding against the material of his shirt as your arms slipped around his chest.

“Missed you.” Was the response whispered into the material of his sweater. Your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, blushing at your own absentmindedness.

Henry chuckled, large hands sliding down to your lower back as he held you “Maybe Daddy needs to wake his silly little baby up? Seems she’s not been paying attention to anything whilst I was gone.”

Raising your head in surprise, you gave him a puzzled look for just a second before your body was pushed against the bookshelf beside it. He had your face crushed into the wooden shelving, back to his large frame as you reeled from the surprise of the action.

“Do you want Daddy to teach you that lesson little one?” His voice remained patient, large hand on your shoulders keeping you pinned in position as he awaited the reply.

You nodded, breathing a soft yes into the wood at your mouth. It wasn’t loud enough for Henry to hear but the motion of your head told him what he needed to know.

“Good girl.” He muttered, large foot stepping between yours and kicking them apart so you were stood in a wide stance before him. You turned your jaw slightly to watch him but barely had the chance to before his whole body was pressed against yours, pinning you harder into the bookshelves.

“No y/n. You face forward until I say so. Look at those pretty books you like to get so lost in.” He growled, hard chest keeping your head forward. Your cheek stunk in an almost painful sensation against the spine of the books but the anticipation soothed the feeling.

“Yes, sir.” The only response that would make this easier for you. You could already feel the wetness between your legs, eyes closing as you waited for his next move.

The pressure of Henry was gone from your back and next thing you felt was a rough slap against your ass. “Lift that robe for me. Let’s me see what Daddy left behind.” He said quietly, kneeling down as you obliged him.

You held the material in your fingers exposing your bare ass to him, causing a quiet groan to come from his mouth. Henry knelt between you legs now, his large shoulders shoving in between your thighs to give him prime access. His teeth hooked through the material of your panties, slipping them down to fall around your ankles.

“Fucking soaking for me babygirl. Why did I ever leave you?” He whispered into your thigh, biting the sensitive skin as you whined quietly. Henry kissed up from that spot to rest his mouth at your entrance. He angled his jaw upwards, leaning up to press a deep kiss to your heat, his tongue sliding between your lips.

As he tasted you his hands moved back up to smack your ass again, the sensation making you jump. He seized the opportunity asyour legs widened in surprise, forcing his tongue further in to explore your entrance, licking and sucking as you mewed appreciatively. His upper lip trapped your clit in his mouth smoothering it with sloppy kisses that had your legs quaking beside him.

Moments later Henry sat back and you could hear him licking the sweetness from his lips before he stood back up to full height. “What do you say babygirl?”

“Thank you Sir.” You whimpered into the bookcase, the structure causing the sound to echo back at him.

Henry hand snaked around your waist undoing the tie of the robe and pulling it roughly from your shoulders. The patient man who had entered the library was gone now and you could tell he was hungry for you. As you stood completely naked before him Henry let out a deep sound, closer to a growl then something a man would make.

One hand undid his own trousers and his other lifted your arms to hold the shelves beside you. You were greatful for the guidance, knowing you’d be needing the support later on.

Henry’s hand moved his tip forward past your cheeks to rest at your entrance. His stature left you mismatched in height and you lifted yourself onto tip toes so he could slide into you. Next moment Henry was filling your insides, the feeling almost causing you drop back down onto your heels.

“Let daddy help you, little one.” He said quietly his own feet finding purchase under yours, letting you stand on them so you were comfortable. Next he was sliding back out of you, before sinking quickly back in. Henry found an easy rhythm, each motion as deep as he could force himself, biting and kissing along your bare back and shoulders to distract from the feeling.

You rewarded his actions with soft moans that only caused his hips to move faster. The added pressure caused you to bite down on the wooden shelf, muffling your cries from him, head knocking the books each time he filled you.

Henry continued slamming into you but his hand closed around your hair, pulling back till your forehead was rested beneath his chin. Your spine curved beneath him but you felt no discomfort at the position, to preoccupied with his member pummelling into you.

“Good girl, y/n. Going to take every last drop daddy gives you. He enunciated the words with a sharp tug of your hair drawing a choked sound from your lips.

Each of his thrusts pushed your hips into the frame of the book case, the feeling inside your heat as if you were splitting apart. There was no room to move, no way of escaping the massive presence within you. That realisation alone had your stomach contracting, nails clawing at the books as you struggled against the feeling.

Henry spotted the desperate movements you were making, holding deep within you as your hips squirmed atop his larger one. He was waiting for you to ask him. “Please, please Henry.” You managed to gasp out, feeling every vein against your inner walls, the curve of his large dick sending spasms down your thighs. “Please sir can I?”

“Not yet.” He grunted against your ear releasing the pressure of your hair and hooking an arm round your neck to drag you backwards towards the middle of the library. “You’re going to wait till daddy’s emptied into you and then you can come. Teach you a lesson about throwing things at me.”

You whimpered at his response, completely powerless in his arms as his large forearm at your throat kept you impaled in place. For a moment Henry kept the short, sharp thrusting movements into your heat, back pressed to his chest.

Henry wasn’t ready to finish with you yet however and just as you were about to give in to yourself he pulled out, flipping you round to face him.

“Not yet baby, not till you have my permission.” He growled lifting you by you waist into his arms laying your back down on the rug of the library floor. As soon as you were safely placed beneath him, his body was atop yours again, hooking your legs over his shoulder as he pushed in. The change in position left you winded, gazing up into his blue eyes.

One large hand moved to your neck, squeezing your throat as he regained the same rhythm, slamming hard to you. Your eyes were searching his as you begged with each new thrust for permission. It only took a few more deep strokes before his jaw clenched and you felt the hot seed spurting out against your cevix. Henry cotinued his thrusts, your inner walls miking the liquid out of him until he was completely done.

With that feeling he grunted a quiet yes that had your stomach tightening as you finally relaxed into the orgasm. His elbow nudged pressure down onto your soft stomach, intensifying the feeling as you spasmed against the rug. Your orgasm was coupled by loud cries of pleasure that echoed around the library.

Both of you were left breathless in the aftermath, your nails still clenched around the muscle of his arm. You relaxed your grip stretching out beneath, exhaling heavily as he pulled out of you.

Henry sat back on his knees, hands on your shoulders as he helped you sit up. You offered him a shy smile, reaching for the robe strewn out on the floor to lay it back over your shoulders.

“Now I don’t have to worry about anything else thrown at me will I little miss?” he asked with a chuckle, letting you reclothe yourself as he stood.

You had been at Bly Manor for two months now, settled comfortably into the routine of the place. All the co-workers were friendly. More than friendly they made you feel like you truly belonged there, a feeling you hadn’t had in a while. The children were wonderful too but Flora could read faster than there were books in the manor’s library to support. You’d asked Peter to drive you into town to get some materials for her and he’d willingly obliged. It was the first time you had been alone since that night a week ago when you slept together. The trip had been uneventful but full of silences. Now you were speeding back towards Bly manor in time for afternoon lessons.

Glancing to the front seat your eyes met Peter’s in the mirror for a second before yours quickly darted away. He was cordial to you but there was something about him that put your hackles up. He was always watching you with that’s same hungry look, like he was waiting for you to give him something. Shivering at the thought you turned your attention to the fields outside and the country lane which was completely empty of cars other than your own.

Out of nowhere the car swerved to the side, pulling to a sharp stop on the edge of the road. Your face was a mask of quizzical anger as you looked to the figure in the frontseat, shocked into silence. Peter barely registered your reaction before he was out the car slamming the door loudly behind him, making you jump. You sat stunned in your seat not having the words yet. What the fuck was that? You opened the door stepping out to look at him.

“Why did we stop?’ You questioned confusion plain on your face as you stepped forward towards his tall figure.

Peter took a long and deliberate drag on his cigarette before turning his attention towards you. His gaze travelled up along the curves of your hips, waist and chest, before meeting your own hues. Your cheeks were flaming now, not masked well by your brown skin and you crossed your arms over your stomach as you did, as if to shield from his gaze.

‘Why did we stop?’ You repeated in a tone more uncertain now as the dynamic between you intensified. You had no idea what was going on, no way to get out of this field without him. He had all the control and you could tell how much he liked it.

‘You confuse me.’ He let the statement hang in the air as if it was so self-evident that you should easily glean what he meant. When you returned the same puzzled look to him Peter only chuckled before throwing the cigarette to the floor, turning to face you fully now. ‘You’re confusing, y/n. Since that night I’ve thought we were playing a game, cat and mouse. You like me. I want you. But you’re making me wait for it.’ The words caused that same heat to creep up your neck and across your body, everything feeling as though you were under a cloying sun. ‘And then today in the bookshop I saw how you looked at that teller. Well I saw the way he was looking at you.’ He almost spat the words out towards you, accompanied by more steps forward in the same prowling manner of a hungry beast.

As he closed the gap betwixt your bodies you felt suddenly aware of the discrepancy in your heights. His frame loomed almost an entire head above you, blocking the light out making Peter the only subject of your vision.

‘You want a loser like that? He doesn’t deserve to be in the same room as you.’ His voice cut down towards you through the air, sharp as a razor. He wasn’t even looking at you, eyes staring out to the field behind the road as he addressed the air. You could feel rage radiating off him. It shouldn’t excite you, what’s wrong with you.

‘I didn’t even notice him looking and yes Peter I... I want you.’ Those words got to him. Hearing you say it. He looked down eyes fervent with hopeful desire now, so full it almost broke your heart. He just wanted to be needed. To have someone.

‘Of course I want you.’ You repeated your voice stronger now. ‘I want you I just don’t want the others to-‘ The end of the sentence was lost to the ether as his lips found yours now, head bowing down to press a strong kiss upon you. His lips tasted like honey, addictive and sweet, searing against yours. You leant up to meet him in the embrace and his arms wrapped around your back to pull you in closer. One hand spanned the entirety of your lower back, lifting you further up to meet him. Locked against his chest you pulled back breathless from the kiss, a sudden ache present in the pit of your stomach.

Peter used his hips to walk you back towards the bonnet of the car, resting your frame against it as his kisses continued their nuzzling exploration of your neck. Your laugh trickled up into the crisp spring air and you captured your own wrists behind his head to hold yourself against him.

“Come on now Peter, someone will come along.” Your worlds were soft, not spoken with enough conviction to satisfy even yourself.

He didn’t even raise his head to furnish your statement with a reply. Peter’s hands slipped down to the material of your sundress moving under the skirt to run lightly up the warm skin of your thighs. The feel of your skin pliant beneath his fingers caused a low groan to rumble through his chest and he pushed you firmly back against the metal frame of the car. You could feel it now, his clothed erection between your thighs. Letting you what was to come.

‘Seriously Peter someone will see.’ You repeated using your purchase on his hair to pull his head back from your neck, forcing his eyes to meet yours and the embrace to halt.

A wicked smile smoothed across his lips and leant in to kiss you a final time. ‘Let them.’ He said quietly, turning you in his arms and pushing lightly on your back so your hands were placed on the hood of the car.

‘Peter.’ You gasped as you were faced now with the view of the open world, sun setting and turning the sky into a stream of watercoloured lines.

‘Let them come and see. You want me.’ He chuckled as if still in disbelief at the words you’d told him earlier. His hands slipped round to squeeze at your hips gently and his lips dropped to your shoulder, nosing the material out the way so he could kiss you lightly. His teeth grazed lightly on both sides of your shoulder and his hand moved round to tug lightly at the material of your panties.

‘We’re going to show everyone you and me. Right baby?’ You moaned a soft affirmative, closing your eyes for a moment letting the ache take over your body. ‘I know what you want baby.’ He muttered, the sweetness back in his voice again, all trace of jealous anger forgotten. You saw his hand dissapear from its position at your side and next felt the material of his jeans moving behind you, dropping down. You bit your lip lightly eyes scanning the landscape to see, knowing how dangerous this was.

Once he was free, Peter had pulled your dress up to your waist growling into your ear. ‘Hold it for me pretty girl.’ He purred against your ear taking your wrists and wrapping your fingers round the material to give him clear access.

As he pushed himself into you, you were once again taken aback by the sheer length of him. The feeling made your hand drop to the hood of the car for support. Your fingers curled nails scratching against the metal of the car as you did. Another time he may have complained at you for that but right now he was lost to the feel of you around him, your walls snug around his shaft as he settled inside you. Peter hadn’t move yet making you feel his entirety for a moment, enjoying how it made your hips squirm. His hand pulled your arms back, his own slipping beneath them both locking them behind your back in an inescapable hold. ‘You like this?’ He asked quietly leaning in to kiss all over your neck, his actions wet and sloppy, no longer having the charade of control in his actions.

You hated to admit but you did. Out here in the air, the danger of it all. You liked exciting things and Peter was one of them. ‘Yes Peter.’ As you spoke the words your head slipped forward in shame, blushing deeply.

‘No no no y/n, don’t be embarrassed.’ It was as if he could hear your thoughts before they came to you. Peter’s free hand snaked round to brush along your neck, trailing the feel of your windpipe beneath his fingers. ‘You’re mine. So fragile and all mine. I’m going to take care of you.’ As he spoke his hips pulled back, causing you to gasp as he moved within you. He started off with slow and gentle movements, still pressing gentle kisses to the nape of your neck.

‘Tell me you want me again.’ Peter murmured into your ear and through the intermiitent moans and cries you whispered it out to him. Each movement had you feeling the veins on his shaft, the tip spearing against your walls as he pumped into you.

‘You’re so fucking tight, y/n. How is that still possible?’ You opened your mouth to answer but his pressure on your neck was stronger now, fingers squeezing lightly on your windpipe and choking the words back. ‘Don’t worry babygirl I’ll let you breathe. When I want you too.’ You could feel the smirk in his words as he spoke them, knowing how much he was enjoying this. His hand was gone replaced instead with the underside of his elbow, using his whole arm to keep your head back. The lack of control sent you spiralling, enjoying how tightly he held you. You pushed your hips backwards down against his trying to take some of the control, needing more from him.

‘Fuck. No.’ So that wasn’t happening. Peter slammed you forward quickly letting your arms go now so he could jam his hand in between the car and your hips to stop you harming yourself on impact. His motions were much faster now hips slamming up into yours pushing you down against the car. It felt as though he was growing even larger within you with each motion. You felt a hot hand slip under your thigh and Peter lifted it to place your knee on the car, exposing your lower half to the cool air of the afternoon. You shivered against him the feeling vibrating down to your entrance causing him to growl quietly.

Peter was giving you everything he had now, pounded himself into you over and over pushing your head down against the smooth metal of the cars hood. Your cheek was turned against it so you could see him in the windscreen, watching his expression as he fucked himself deeper into you. As you caught his eyes, his gaze was already locked on you. That same smile the one that completely disarmed you across the kitchen table a week ago, was reflected back to you and you mewled out a loud cry against the metal knowing you were almost spent. ‘You want my permission little one?’ He asked down at you never once breaking the rhythm.

You mumbled a yes amongst other pleasured cries legs still balanced aside the car. ‘Good girl, you know your orgasm belongs to me. You’ve got it babygirl.’ Only a few moments after he spoke you felt your stomach tensing beneath you, and your legs shook against his as you collapsed harder against the metal.

‘uh uh’ he warned you quietly, Peter’s fingers wrapping round your hair and pulled you back up against him not letting you recover. ‘Not till Daddy’s finished with you.’ You gasped the final shudders of your orgasm causing your walls to clench against him, body only held up by the strands of your hair. Your moans were soft whimpers now, lost in the air as your gaze fixed instead on the sky.

Soon after you felt him emptying into you, grunting gutturally as he did. He kept pushing into you as if trying to bury his seed within you, some of it slipping down the back of your thighs. Peter pulled out only for a moment, hand moving down to hold his shaft using the tip to guide the last of his seed into your entrance kissing your neck gently as he held your stomach.

‘I’m going to keep you forever, y/n.’ He muttered into your hair keeping you facing out to the landscape nestled in his arms. You didn’t have the strength to reply, leaning back into the curve of his chest, his head sat atop yours. One last searing kiss to your neck and then Peter was pulling up his trousers and belt. That same large hand stayed at your waist as he opened the rear door for you, politely helping you into it before shutting the door. You pulled your legs up beneath you, still feeling the last of his juice escaping down your legs, but the feeling was quickly soothed by the quiet hum of the engine.

Peter was driving you back towards the manor as if nothing had happened. You lifted your head to the front mirror again, and found his gaze once again on you. This time you refused to look away, holding his gaze as long as you could. He smirked, liking the indignation in your eyes as the wheel spun, turning back into the driveway of Bly Manor.

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It had been almost two weeks since you’d arrived in Boston. You and Chris had been together since early summer, still not public to the world but your families knew. It had still been a surprise when he’d offered for you to join him and the family for Christmas. You’d planned to stay it out alone in your apartment as usual but even the idea of that sent a look of dissatisfaction on Chris’ face so troubled that you’d really not had much of a choice in the matter. It had been perfect, his family of course as wonderful as he was and the whole experience made even better by the stolen kisses and embraces he’d caught you in whilst alone for a moment or out walking Dodger. It was almost sweeter having to hide your flirtations, not that everyone hadn’t spotted them at least once. Only his brother mentioned it, lightly teasing Chris for the huge softie he was.

You’d been on zoom with your girlfriends, grabbing the glasses from both your beside tables before heading back down to seek out Chris. As you rounded the corner suddenly a huge shout made you jump out of your skin. The glasses you were holding slipped from your fingers and fell to the floor, the sudden movement shocking you into almost falling yourself. A muscled arm instantly wound round your waist catching your slender frame steadying you to your feet. Chris’ blue eyes were sheepish as he glanced around the mess at your feet.

“I’m sorry I thought it was Scott.” He admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your neck nuzzling lightly there as he did, his rough beard dragging across your skin. “Sorry baby.”

You’d almost gotten used to the two brothers pranking each other, not having grown up with such loving siblings yourself, however this was the first time you’d been subject to it yourself. Recovering from your fright quickly you squeezed his hands lightly in acceptance.

“Shh, shh let me just clean up.” You hushed him gently, returning a light kiss against his lips, the feeling of them warm against yours causing you to pause there. Before you had a chance to kneel and collect the shatters you were suddenly off your feet and lifted into his arms. Chris had you in a bridal hold now completely secure as he carried you out of the hallway.

“I don’t want you cutting your feet, I will clean up.” As he ignored your protestations you settled into his hold, the feel of his chest hard against your side through the thin material of his flannel shirt. Up in his arms you had full access to pepper light kisses along his neck and jaw. As you did you noticed Chris glance down at you, a gentle smile pushing across his lips “Here’s me trying to be a hero and you’re busy being too adorable to notice.”

It was only a few of his long strides before you were in the bedroom, hearing the click of the door shutting behind you as he manoeuvred you carefully in his arms. There was no doubt in your mind he could easily carry you with one arm if needed but the motion pushed you dangerously close to his crotch, the feeling putting ideas into your mind.

“Well you should make it up to me.” You said daringly, lifting your chin to look him squarely in the eyes. The low sound that emitted from his chest was warning enough and a second later he had thrown you down on the master bed, squarely in the centre so you had no danger of falling off either side. His green eyes were hungry with wanting you and you could almost feel the desire emitting from him now. You had only a moment to catch breath before his frame was atop yours, pressing you down against the mess of sheets beneath.

“You’ve been so good all through Christmas haven’t you. I guess you do deserve a reward.” He mused, cool fingers already slipping beneath the material of your sweater and edging lightly over your the skin at your waist. “My beautiful girl.” He muttered softly against the crook of your neck, material pushed up now to expose your midriff to a fresh onslaught of kisses.

“Chris, people are downstairs-” You could only muster a half assed protestation before the familiar feel of his other hand tangling in your braids jammed the words in your throat. In a move all to familiar he tugged lightly against the hair pulling your neck backwards and opening your neck to him. A soft sigh of release came from your lips and his hand slid up from your waist now to curve lightly around your throat. There was only a light pressure there but enough to tell you who was in control now.

His fingers were long enough that one could slip up and run lightly along your bottom lip feeling the wetness from your mouth. “Open.” Both of you were aware it was not a request, hell it wasn’t even a demand. That was an order and one you were going to oblige as he’d taught you how many nights before. As your mouth popped open it was instantly filled with his finger, the salt on his skin taking over your senses as you sucked lightly.

“Such a good girl.” He growled into your chest, causing you to shiver beneath him. The movement seemed to please him more and he sat back above you, hand still on your neck to hold you in place. He regarded your figure beneath him, clothes ruffled and a dark blush evident beneath the brown skin on your neck. You half expected him to make you beg and it wasn’t unusual, but this was your reward. Anything you wanted you got.

“Please.” You said obediently and you were rewarded with the familiar sound of his belt buckles knocking as they were pulled apart. Steeling yourself for what was about to come you both froze as a familiar whine came muffled through the same door you’d entered in moments before.

“Dodger.” You both spoke at the same time, causing a fit of stifled giggles from you and a light chuckle from Chris.

“Hold that thought babygirl.” He said, voice full of the promise of what was to come.

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Continued: Washing Up