“Good girl”

“Behave”

“Angel”

“Princess”

“Darling”

“Bunny”

Captain John price x Bratty!reader

Summary: After a blazing argument resulting in John sleeping on the couch. You decide to brat him off that next morning. Unfortunately, price no longer has the patience for your attitude.

Warnings: smut , age gap, d/s, spanking, slapping, CNC if you blink twice, established relationship, dirty talk, slight misogyny, use of little girl and bunny.

A/N: This is my first time actually posting a fanfic so I hope you enjoy. Dialogue will come in pretty soon as the story progress.

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Stressed and over worked. That’s what price had been feeling like over the last couple of weeks. The man had patience but it could only last for so long. If it wasn’t the countless overdue files on his desk reminding him of how behind he was, it was his team constantly nagging and failing to cooperate during missions. He had higher ups questioning his abilities and recruits acting as if they hadn’t spent a single day in the milltary. Things like this overly stressed him out no matter how much he tried to push ahead.

Even his sweet little girl couldn’t ease off the stress.

You were his everything. If he wasn’t spoiling you with gifts he was keeping you satisfied in bed every night. Though lately, with all the loads of work he’s been dealing with he hasn’t had much time to keep you satisfied. You knew he was busy with his work…legally, he wasn’t allowed to discuss it so as always, you kept your questions to a minimum.

That was until one night he came home extremely late and not answering your calls.

You were angry and beyond upset. Unlike him, you couldn’t bottle down your emotions. One thing led to another and soon enough voice were raised…insults were thrown.

Sure the two of you bickered but things got intense that night. Price said things you’d never thought to leave his mouth. Ultimately, it ended with him sleeping on the couch and you crying yourself to sleep.

You figured if he didn’t need you then you didn’t have to tend to him anymore. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine and drag the argument further.

So here you are now, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast in front of you. Every single day. You made him breakfast and coffee every single day until now. Price practically relied on it especially with everything going on recently. You knew he’d be looking forward to it…that’s just too bad.

The sound of his footsteps were familiar. Loud yet held authority. Price was in his typical cargo pants and black long sleeves he wore under his tactical equipment. He finally broke the habit of wearing his Bonnie in the house. It took a lot of convincing but you soon got there.

A big imposing man didn’t belong on the couch. There was no doubt his back was sore after spending a long night on it.

“Mornin’ love” it was like last night never even happened. He was ready to move on but you…you were still there.

The man gave you everything he possible could. He treated you with care and spoiled you to death yet there you were, not even willing to talk things out after last night.

You didn’t even acknowledge him nor did you give him a response. Price knitted his eyebrows, deciding to ignore the heavy tension. “One plate on the table?” He questioned to himself. Perhaps you left it in the microwave. He wasted no more time examining the area. Nothing. The coffee pot was empty yet you had a mug full?

It didn’t take much for him to read your demeanor. It didn’t take much for him to figure it out given you had that big pout on your face. Finally, he said your name. “Don’t tell me you’re still upset over last night…” price was starting to catch on. He leaned against the counter meanwhile his jaw ticked with underlying anger.

Soon enough, you gazed up at him. “I figured you didn’t need me right? You’re capable of doing things on your own.” Price didn’t have time to make himself coffee and breakfast, he needed to be on base as soon as possible. You were playing around. Making him late to the job where he very much so needed to be.

Price had to refrain himself from snapping right the and there.

“You’re acting like a immature little girl again. Whenever one thing goes wrong you sulk...where did my good girl go hmm?” His voice was gruff from years of smoking cigars although lately, he’d been trying to quit all for you. Price had hope that you’d come around and not push his buttons. He loved you to death but sometimes you could be a nuisance.

You weren’t trying to be corporative. Without much warning you jolted out of your seat. “Immature? You’re the one who can’t handle one tough day at work.”

Before he could muster up a response you stopped him there. “I’m starting to question who’s the man in this relationship because right now, you’re the one acting like a bitch in h-”

Price had a lot of patience but what he didn’t stand for was pure disrespect on his name. His hand found your jaw, squeezing until your lips puckered out. He tolerated a lot of bullshit but not when it’s coming from his little girl.

Only when he gripped you did a whine slip past your lips. Your legs intertwined with his as he forced you against him.

Price was done playing around.

“I’m only gonna tell you this once” he leaned down he could whisper in your ear “loose that attitude before I fuck it out of you. If you want some attention, you ask for it”

He let you go with a slight push that left you stumbling back.

You could already feel heat tingling against your cunt and your eyes rapidly darting away from his. The only thing you had on were lacy panties (the ones that he bought you) and a oversized t shirt which belonged to him

You knew you should’ve backed back down right then and there but no. The argument, his words, and that sensation happening between your legs. You had to push.

“Maybe I should’ve called Gaz last night instead of worrying about you. Surely he could treat me better.”

At that moment, he saw red. One thing price despised was you fooling around with another man nonetheless one of his men. Before you could even blink he had you bent over the table with a thud. Those cute panties were thrown down to your ankles. “The fuck did ya say to me bunny?”his hand cracked down against your ass. It wasn’t gentle nor lenient. This was punishment.

Your eyes were already blurry with tears. Price had strength that not many could handle. Whimpers left your lips without you even realizing it. This wasn’t the first time price had to put you in your place but it was surely the first he’d been this intense. “I didn’t- Mnh! I didn’t meant it” you managed to waddle out. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can make as many excuses as you want, bunny. You’re gonna shut” slap “that” slap “mouth…you wanted to act like a bratty little girl?”slap “I’ll treat you like one.”

His hand was heavy and hard on that poor soft skin of yours. Even after you begged with big tears, his hand continued with rapid speed. “Please- hah I’m sorry daddy!” You’d tried to lift yourself up but he pushed you back down onto the table. “Keep your mouth shut like I told you.” He was done keeping his temper in check… you stepped out of line and now you were being punished.

He didn’t stop until he felt like you had enough. By the time that was decided, your ass was hot and burning.

“I’m s-sorry” you’d gained the strength to pull yourself up, thinking it was over. Whenever you did get spanked he soothed you with soft reassuring words. This time was different. Price was far from done with you. “You come here, bunny.” He grabbed your waist and practically manhandled you to the counter. Countless of breakfast ingredients lay in front of you. “You forgot who you belong to” he turned on the stove and prepared a pan. “Fucking mentioning Gaz like the dumb little girl you are. You think he can satisfy you?”

A small whine left your lips.

Price grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and lifted your head back

“I said, do you think he can satisfy you?” Price spoke as if you were a child having trouble with basic english. “N-no..”

“I don’t believe you.” The sound of his zipper being pulled down was loud and prominent. Your bottom lip trembled as you begged him otherwise. “Please, I just want you…” you sounded pitiful “I’m sorry for being a brat daddy. M’ sorry for what I said.”

It was amusing. All it took was a long over due spanking and you were begging for forgivingness. He knew you were sorry but what you did was unacceptable. Price wanted to pleasure his little girl and he certainly was…but it was going to be done his way only.

“If you’re truly sorry bunny, you’ll do what I tell you.” He nodded towards the cooking supplies. “Cook. Now.”

Price stood behind you, caging you in against the counter top. He was rubbing his cock with one hand meanwhile the other rested beside you. His figure itself was enough to engulf your entire frame

“You need me to say it louder?” He spoke in that condescending tone yet again. “Cook my fucking breakfast or I’ll get my belt.” Price was no longer playing around. He wanted obedience and he would get just that.

without further hesitation, you start preparing some eggs. Still bent over with your batteed ass on display and legs trembling like a leaf.

He chuckled lowly “atta’ girl.”

He settled behind you in someways preparing for what was to com . “While you have your hands full..” he dragged his tip along your opening making you gasp. “This pussy..” he slapped your clit with a growl. “Needs to remember who she belongs to” he inched down. “Ain’t that right sweetheart?”

“Y-yes s-”

Slap

“I wasn’t talking to you. Was talking to your cunt.”He inched himself back up. “You’re gonna take this cock…”

Without warning, he pushed himself inside of you, bottoming out within seconds. You wail out from the stretch, nearly dropping the cooking ingredients. His thrust were hard and fast…nearly making you jolt aginst the counter. For a moment you froze as the pleasure stimulated your senses.

“Thought I too you to fucking cook.” He pounded against your ass knowing how difficult it always was for you to fully take him. Whenever he fucked you like this (without mercy) you got all whiny. Price was using you like a complete toy. “m’ sorry daddy…Pleaseeee!” You whine to the top of your lungs.

Price grabbed your hair into a pony tail to force your head back once again. “Cook.” He wasn’t looking for apologies.

With shaky hands and such a whiny voice you work your hands around the supplies. Price was practically pushing moans out from you. “Please…

“Shut your mouth” he slapped down on your ass hard, making you wince and jolt forward. He brought his hand down again.

The entire stove rattled while you cooked to the best of your ability. Droll rolled down your chin “mn..” it was nearly impossible to concentrate with him fucking your brain away.

The man had fucked you senseless. You could barely register out thoughts more so how to operate.

When his plate and coffee were finished he pulled out with a wet filthy squelch. You had your face squished against the cold counter while your knees pushed inward. “Mmm..” you whined questioningly. He didn’t let you cum.

A rough chuckle ringed throughout the Kitchen. “You think you deserve to cum, bunny? Not even close.”

There was a strong ache in between your legs. It was strong enough for you to cry even louder.

Price stroked his cock and tapped the plate. He ignored your cries in fact, he relished them. “Serve now.”

Without question you grabbed his plate and mug, stumbling over to the kitchen table. Price sat down with a stubble frown on his face.

Eventually, you ended up on your knees in between his legs with your cheek resting against his thigh. Your mouth worked lazily around his length just as he demanded.

Every once in a while, price stroked your head while enjoying a freshly cooked breakfast.

cw: finger sucking + brat taming + part two

your knees dug into the soft carpet below you as you shifted in place. jaafar sat on the bed in front of you, legs spread wide, caging you in. one hand held your jaw, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip as the other cradled the back of your head.

a few loose curls escaped, veiling part of your face, as you looked up at jaafar with teary eyes.

“think bein’ a brat all week is gon’ get you what you want?” he murmured, admiring the way your lips pouted from the force of his hand.

pairing: sub!felix x dom!f!reader

summary: your a woman of business, you work hard and you work alone. but when felix becomes part of the equation, it’s hard not to splurge, even when he’s a brat.

warnings: SMUT, mommy kink, brat taming, pet play, pet names, swearing, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, degradation/praise

word count: 2.4k

based on an idea from @b2ngch2n hope this is what u were thinking of!

This little thing that you and Felix had going on wasn’t what most would describe as ideal. But for the two of you, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

You weren’t exactly the “committed relationship” type, never one to be locked into anything. Labels seemed more like a prison sentence than a golden ticket.

You were more proud of the independent business woman title you had built for yourself. You lived a rather lavish lifestyle, an abundance of money at your disposal 24/7. You were a well respected woman, what you say goes. You could request anything, and best believe one of your assistants would be on it in a second.

Last minute trip to Venice? Flights and hotels booked.

Appearance at a charity gala? Your dress is custom made, one of a kind, designer.

Anything was possible.

But if you were honest, there were still a few needs you had that simply were not being met. Something money couldn’t buy. Needs that you had tried to fulfill with your hands, dildos, and vibrators, yet to no avail.

Which is precisely why meeting Lee Felix was one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

Like you, Felix had a problem. A rather large problem considering what was in his pants.

And he wasn’t about to whore himself around to get a decent fuck. He was above that, and he knew it.

You can’t quite remember when this whole… thing, began.

It started out with weekly meetings. A bit of foreplay, light grazes in all the right places. Hearing the little sounds he couldn’t hold back was one of your favourite parts.

He always ended up begging, needy little thing. Whether he was on his knees tied up, exposed cock leaking down his length, or buried deep inside you and unable to move, the words strung out in barely coherent pleas.

“P-please hngh, need to-need to cum. So so so bad, pleeeease” he’d whine.

One day a week eventually turned into two. Two turned into three, and soon you realised how much you liked having him around. Not just fucking him, though of course you loved that, but in the quiet moments.

Seeing him in your sheets, sunlight filtering through the curtains onto his silken skin. Spending evenings together cooking and watching shitty tv shows. His presence in your life was comforting, and it became routine for him to spend weeks on end in your house.

It was late one night after work, you had spent extra hours at the office dealing with a particularly difficult client. The entire time all you could think about was getting home to Felix, and how painfully hard he must have been after a few suggestive photos of yourself may or may not have been sent to him.

So when you finally left the building, you headed straight to the jewellers to pick up that gorgeous silver tennis bracelet you had requested in between meetings.

On your way home you decided to make a few more spontaneous purchases for that pretty little thing waiting at home for you.

A pair of YSL sunglasses, a Birkin or two, a couple gold necklaces…

Oh and who could forget that stunning pink fur coat?

You raced home to find Felix draped over the couch, the outline of his aching cock clear in his boxers (which, mind you, was all he had on). Sweat painted his smooth skin from how much he had restrained himself. His eyes widened at the sight of the designer shopping bags placed before him.

He looked up at you then, the most sweet and clueless expression adorning his face.

“Had to reward my good boy, mommy’s sorry for being home so late” you cooed as you began to unbutton your silk shirt.

“I missed you, need you now” he mumbled before unclasping your bra hurriedly and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipples.

Your thighs settle on either side of his hips, effectively grinding down onto his bulge, causing him to whine on your skin.

“Ah ah ah, don’t you want to open your gifts first?” You asked, voice dripping with honey.

“But- ugh, I need you so bad” he whimpered.

You bought your hand to clutch his chin, forcing him to look back up at you.

“Cmon, you’ve been such a good boy for mommy, you want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yesyesyes, I’ll do anything.” He cried.

This would be fun.

You sat on the couch, looking out to the gorgeous city view before you. The sky was dark, but the stars shone bright. It would have been so perfect…

1:00AM.

Felix was meant to be home 2 hours ago?

Usually you wouldn’t waste a second on a man. But this particular occasion felt different. You wanted an explanation. You needed one.

Each tick of the clock felt like it was mocking you. The house was otherwise eerily silent. That was until you heard a click of the door.

Felix entered, and froze when he found you alone on the couch, he hadn’t expected you to wait up for him, even if part of him hoped you would.

“You’re late. Can you tell me what time it is Yongbok.”

He winced slightly at the sound of his Korean name being used.

“1:00”

“Correct. And can you tell me what time you said you’d be home?”

“11:00” he spoke as his gaze fell to the floor.

“Correct again. Where were you?”

He scoffed. Actually. Fucking. Scoffed.

“Why do I need to tell you?” He retorted.

You tilted your head in surprise. So that’s how he was going to play it. You chuckled as you stood and rounded the counter to pour yourself a glass of wine.

“You’re forgetting your place Felix. You wait for me. You’re the little puppy I come home to.” You teased.

You expected him to argue, to be embarrassed, to walk out without another word. So you were rather surprised when the only reaction you found was the growing tent in his pants.

“You like being a good little pup? Mommy’s puppy huh?” You moved towards him.

He tried to look away, to remain defiant, yet he couldn’t help but melt into your touch when you cupped his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, partly annoyed that he was so turned on, partly relieved by the sensation of your hands on his skin.

Your palms travelled down his chest, smoothing out the fur of his jacket.

“You went out didn’t you? You went out, and you wore everything I bought you. You wanna know why?”

You began kissing down his neck ever so slowly, only stopping when you reached his collarbone. He sighed softly, you felt him relax under your touch, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

“Because deep down you know, you’re mine.”

You pulled him in, a kiss fuelled by so much frustration and pent up emotions, you needed a release. Your mouths fought for dominance, like he really had much of a chance at this point.

You gripped him through his pants before slowly stroking. He moaned into your mouth, hands grabbing at you, aimlessly trying to ground himself. It made you chuckle.

“Bet those sluts as the club couldn’t get you this fucking hard huh? Left me waiting here all this time, but you always come crawling back, don’t you?” You cooed.

The movement of your hand on his clothed cock grew faster until he was panting and bucking into your hand.

“P-please, I’m gonna c-cum” he whimpered.

You retracted your hand with a wicked grin, leaving him a whining mess as you walked back over to the couch.

He followed you, he always did.

You turned around before you could sit, he paused.

“On your knees” you spoke.

He sighed before slowly getting on the floor, crawling over to you. Usually you would have felt bad making him crawl with a hard-on, but this was a punishment after all?

He sat before you on his knees, looking up at you with those tantalising eyes of his.

“You’ve been a bad boy Felix, now mommy has a problem, and you’re going to help her fix it.”

You watched the twinkle in his eyes brighten at your words before they fell to your clothed pussy being exposed to him as you parted your legs.

He instantly reached forward to slide your panties down, but you stopped him with the heel of your red-bottoms.

“What’s my name?” You asked.

“Mommy” he exhaled.

“Tell me who you belong to”

“I’m all yours, I’m yours mommy”

“Good boy” you said as you slowly lowered your heel from his shoulder.

He crawled forward and wasted no time hiking your skirt up your thighs, and pulling your panties straight off.

He was drunk on your pussy, lapping at you relentlessly. You made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he was not about to disappoint.

He didn’t know why he went to the club that night. He never wanted to in the first place. From the moment rehearsal ended, all he could think about was getting home to you.

But when the other members offered, he saw an opportunity. An opportunity to rile you up, and end the night completely under your control. freak.

You were already so close so soon. You had been so pent up all evening just imagining how punishing Felix would play out, to be honest you were dripping at the mere thought of it. You came with a loud moan, gripping and pulling at his hair which only turned him on more.

You pulled his hair back, effectively prying him off your pussy. The way he looked up at you, dazed, desperate and oh so delicious.

“Bed. Now.”

The sultry, commanding tone in your voice had Felix beelining for your bedroom. He shed his pants and shirt. Goodness knows where his sunglasses and jacket ended up, he didn’t care.

You followed not far behind, kicking your heels off, pushing your skirt down and unbuttoning your blouse.

You spun him around and pushed him down on the bed, crawling up his toned body.

“I’m no where near done with you. You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re not gonna cum until I say so. Got it?”

He whined, loudly, as he nod his head.

You pulled down his boxers, watching as his ridiculously hard cock spring out and slap his stomach. You gave him a couple light strokes, which already had him squirming in your grasp, before situating yourself to grind on his length.

His dick slid through your slick folds with ease. He was leaking endlessly, embarrassingly so.

“Such a slut for me, my messy little thing. You really thought anyone else could do this to you.” You spat.

“No mommy! Just you, only you. Fuck” he cried as his hips bucked uncontrollably, pink tip rubbing your clit perfectly.

You let your head fall back as you felt your climax approach once again. The movement of your hips speeding up as you continued to get closer, feeling your high come crashing down.

You let the waves of pleasure take over, giving your now sensitive pussy time to recover for what was to come.

“Yknow, I could leave you like this. Painfully hard all night, won’t even touch you until I come home tomorrow.” You said in-between pants.

“No please I- nghhh, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again. I need it, need to cum” he babbled helplessly.

Though it was tempting to leave him all pent up and horny, his constant pleas had you wet all over again.

You brought you hands to cup his cheeks, gazing at how pretty he looked when he was all submissive for you.

“You’ll be a good boy for mommy?”

“Yes, I swear, I’ll be mommy’s good boy, promise, just lemme cum” he begged.

Your lips curled into a soft smile before you sunk down onto his length ever so slowly.

The feeling of finally being buried inside you had Felix damn near cumming on the spot, tears falling from his eyes. You leaned down to kiss them away, careful not to move too much.

“Cmon baby, you can take it.”

After a brief pause, Felix nodded his head, a signal for you to move your hips.

You started slow, easing him into the overwhelming pleasure. He couldn’t hold back the noises that left his mouth, completely overtaken by the sensation of you bouncing on him.

His moans pitched higher and higher as he grew closer to cumming. You wanted to say no, to make him hold it until he was a sobbing mess, but he had taken his punishment so well.

“M-mommy, I’m so close, please. Please let me, lemme cum mommy please” he whimpered.

“Cum for me pretty”

It only took a few more thrusts before he was painting your walls in thick ropes of cum. He cried and squirmed uncontrollably, he swears he saw stars. It was by far the hardest he’s ever released.

Even he didn’t expect it when the words left his mouth.

“I love you” he breathed.

You were caught off guard. Love wasn’t part of your vocabulary. It certainly wasn’t something you had prepared for. Yet for whatever reason, it was so easy to give to Felix.

“I love you too” you responded, letting yourself fall into his chest.

You both lay there, sticky, panting messes. You felt his arms curl around your waist , holding you tight against him.

“Are you ok?” You asked.

He laughed breathlessly and looked down at you.

“Never better.”

It was in that moment you realised, love may not have been the plan, but what you had for Felix couldn’t be described in any other way.

Felix sat on the floor, back leaning against the mirrors of the dance studio. He was exhausted from a full day of rehearsals, drinking lazily from his water bottle.

“Yongbok!” A voice called, Changbin’s.

“Yeah?” Felix replied.

“There’s something here for you.”

Felix’s face contorted in initial confusion, before fading to eventual understanding.

A grin painted his face as he rushed to the front entrance.

On the floor sat the largest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers he’d ever laid eyes on.

He scooped it up with care, placing it in a vase before opening the card attached.

It read: I meant what I said ;) go get yourself something nice baby

He smiled even wider before turning the paper over to reveal the credit card you’d given him.

Just like your feelings for Felix, unlimited.

dividers from @/cursed-carmine

I really hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to like/comment/reblog + follow <3

Captain John price x reader

Summary: Price hasn’t been giving you enough attention lately so you tease him during a late night meeting. Little do you know, the man no longer has patience for you disobeying his rules.

Warnings: smut, mean!john price, d/s, bondage, age gap, overstimulation, established dynamic, punishment, degradation, slapping, and spanking

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It was 9:00pm. Price had been in his office nearly all day. In fact, for the past week he’d been spending all of his time there. In the span of these days, you’d only seen him three times. Morning, bathroom breaks, and to bring him dinner. You were long asleep when he joined you in bed.

Bed.

It felt like months had passed since you two shared a heated moment. You missed the feeling of his skin on yours….the way he kept himself buried inside you. It’d been so long since you had a release, a ache was starting to form in between your legs.

You knew he had important work to tend to. He practically relied on it to satisfy the higher ups. Before you moved in with price he made one thing clear. Don’t bother him while he’s working. The first time you broke it he tanned your ass for what felt like hours. Since then, you’ve made sure to stay out of his way.

You’ve been doing good at that so far. Up until now. The ache in between your legs had gotten stronger…something that you couldn’t satisfy. You tried to satisfy yourself with a vibrator but it wasn’t enough. You needed John. He was so busy with other things…did he even care about you anymore?

Frustration ringed though your ears as you sat up in bed. Frustrated at price, his office, the ache happening between your legs- everything. You were going to show him just how much he upset you no matter what the rules were.

Your footsteps were prominent as you leaned against his office door. A higher up was talking on a computer, giving input on a current project. He was in a meeting. Slowly, you tilt open the door just wide enough to squeeze yourself inside without causing a loud disturbance.

There he was.

The lights in his office were dimmed, creating a warm hue aginst his skin. Price didn’t look up from his desktop screen. His eyebrow slightly knitted and his fist lightly clenched. You weren’t supposed to be in here. Period. If it weren’t for the meeting he would’ve already had you bent over his knee.

You didn’t pay a single mind to his reaction nor to what was going through his head. You had one thing on your mind. He was going to pay attention to you rather he was busy or not. A pout played on your lips as you silently got down on your hands and knees. If you wanted this to work you’d have to be as quiet as possible without being seen on camera.

Only when you crawled towards his desk did his eyes quickly dart over to you. Cold and stern. Yet again, you ignored his warning look. Just when you were underneath it, he grabbed a fistfull of your hair. Oh he was pissed. He didn’t let go until it was his turn to speak in the meeting.

“Still here.” His voice had gone dangerously low. “Our latest mission was a success but…” while he talked you decided to push further even after having your hair gripped and yanked. Afterall, you were frustrated. You wanted attention.

Silently, you worked to undo his zipper and belt. His imprint was already peaking against his boxers. Trailing your eyes up, you watch his expression. Jaw tensed yet keeping a good poker face.

“Yes, the latest files suggest t- ngh” your lips wrapped around his length, sucking just the way he liked. Your tongue swiped across his pink tip, licking up his precum. “Sorry” price cleared his throat before speaking once more “suggest that suspect was detained Mh..” with one hand on his base and your head bobbing up and down, added the perfect amount of stimulation.

Your eyes were big with lust. Wild and uncontainable. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding against his boot matching the rhythm of your head.

Price had finished speaking and placed himself on mute and no cam. You were too busy sucking him off to notice. By time you did, his hand was already wrapped in your hair.

“You wanna play games, slut?” You continued to suck despite the whimper that fell from the grip he had on your hair. “Hm? Barge into my office while I’m in a meeting and interrupt me?” He guided you down until your nose met his base. You gagged and convulsed. It was uncomfortable but he didn’t care. You deserved this.

“What’d I say about coming into my office?”

You gasped for air as he yanked you up. Tears rolled down your cheeks and droll drizzled down your chin. You were still grinding against his boot. “Hm? What did i-” price slapped your cheek “what did i say?”

You give him the biggest pout possible as you rubbed your cheek from the slaps. “You heard me.” Another slap. “What the fuck did I say?”

This time you whine out a response “n-not to..”

Price sneered before yanking you up. “Go to the bedroom and get the vibrator, straps, and handcuffs. Now. Crawl” he shoved you down onto all fours. “Go.”

You nearly sobbed while crawling upstairs. Once finding the items you crawl back to his office where he waited. “You need to learn some respect. Some self control.” He had you on your stomach in seconds. Price stood up and hovered over you.

“I’m sorry..” you squirmed around, trying to get away. You had the audacity to try and run.

He shut that down fast with a spank. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be trying to run.” He secured your wrist with handcuffs and turned on the vibrator. The one you were sick of using. His hands worked roughly along your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties. The air was cold and unforgiving.

The moment he pressed the vibrator aginst your pussy, you jolted with sensitivity. “Nuh uh. Be still.” He secured the straps around your thighs and hips until the vibrator was pressed securely aginst you.

There you were, tied up with a vibrator abusing your sensitive flesh. Price grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth. “If you spit them out I’ll gag you instead.”

He sat back down which left you tired up beside his feet. Price didn’t even pay you any knowledge. He focused on his meeting, ignoring you whole.

You didn’t just cum once. You came twice, three time, then four. Your thighs were soaked and so was a small patch of the polished wooden floor. It was alll too much. Even after gazing up at price with those pitiful eyes, he still didn’t let up.

In the end you still ending up unsatisfied and forced to pleasure yourself with a vibrator. The very thing you wanted least…the thing that led you into this situation.