#danny sharp

The first time I saw Danny Sharp, he was leaning against a blacked-out van in downtown LA, looking more like he was heading to a business meeting than a bank robbery. Like he was just doing business. Like he was untouchable. Maybe he was. He had that kind of energy. Fast, loud, a storm in human skin.

 “You’re late,” he said when I walked up, laptop case slung over my shoulder.

I hadn’t even opened my mouth yet, and he was already grinning, like he could smell the retort before it left my lips.

 “I’m not late. You’re early,” I shot back.

That grin widened. Dangerous. “Cute excuse.”

Inside the van sat five other guys, none of which I had met before, aside from Will, Danny’s brother. I had worked with Will before. Not on a bank robbery, no. Will used to be in the military, and I used to do some IT work for the military. That’s how I ended up here. Danny gestures towards the other four, one after another, telling me their names. Trent, Castro, Mel Gibson, Randazzo. I arched an eyebrow at Mel Gibson, but didn’t ask, because Mel met my gaze with ice and fire, like he would end me on sight if I as much as breathed wrongly in his direction. Then Danny gestured to the set up I had asked for. Two screens, showing the default computer background, the correct computer, a headset and some other funky things I might need. Might not.

I slumped down on the padded bench, got my laptop from my bag and plugged it in. Did the same to my gaming keypad, though I obviously didn’t use it for gaming. The screens flickered and then filled with schematics of the bank, camera loops, code scrolling faster than most people could read. My playground was getting ready.

Danny slid in beside me, close enough that his knee brushed mine.

 “They tell me you’re the best hacker in the country.”

I finished booting up my rig, fingers moving automatically.

 “They tell me a lot of things about you.”

His laugh was quick, too loud in the small space.

 “Cocky. I like it.” Then he leaned in, voice dropping so low I almost missed it over the hum of the servers.  “Don’t make me regret bringing you into my family business.”

The rest of the crew loaded weapons, checked masks, but Danny’s focus never left me. He’d call out orders to his brother, glance at maps, but somehow his gaze always circled back, sharp blue eyes watching me. He hovered at my shoulder like he had any idea what was happening on the screen. His cologne was sharp enough to sting, but his curiosity was worse.

 “What’s that?” he asked, pointing at a wall of scrolling code.

I didn’t even look up.

 “That’s me doing my job.”

 “Yeah, but like, what does it mean?”

 “It means I just looped every camera in a three-block radius while you sat there squinting like an old man trying to read a menu.”

Danny made a noise in his throat, half laugh, half offended gasp.

 “Old man? Kid, I just turned forty.”

 “Exactly,” I said, tapping another key, “You wouldn’t last five minutes in my world.”

He leaned in closer, lips twitching at the corner like he was trying not to grin.

 “You know, you’ve got a real smart mouth for someone who needed me to drag him out of his basement.”

 “First of all, it’s such a made up thing that hackers operate from basements. Connection it usually shit in basements. I got a loft apartment,” I corrected, finally glancing over at him. “Secondly, you begged. Don’t lie to yourself.”

That broke him. His laugh was so sharp and sudden that Trent actually jumped. He clapped me on the shoulder, still chuckling.

 “Jesus Christ. Alright, you little shit,” Danny said, eyes gleaming. “Fine. You’re the wizard – I’m the idiot. Just don’t get cocky, hm? Cocky’ll get you killed.”

"Why is it taking so fucking long?" A man shouted from God knew where. "Where's Mel? Has anybody seen Mel Gibson?" More men answered 'no sir' in sync.

You sobbed, the pain stung so bad that even crying hurt. You were stuck in a cycle. The more you cried, the more it hurt and the more it made you want to cry.

A tall, bearded man stared down at you. He rubbed his knuckles, soothing the pain he caused himself by punching you in the face. You had taken him by surprise, squealing of fear while he hurried out of the vault with the last of the money and valued goods he stole. He took a better hold of his rifle, he tried to assess if your life was worth wasting a bullet on.

"I swear to God, I'm gonna kill that guy!" The first person spoke again and marked a pause before continuing, he chuckled while he specified his wish. "I won't! Okay? I won't. Not until today's precious cargo is safe and sound."

Nope, you were not worth it. He abandoned you by the bank tellers' desks, shaking like a palm tree in a storm.

"There you fucking are! Thought you got lost, that's not very Braveheart of you." You heard some mumbling you assumed came from the man who punched you. He received more reprimands and threats in exchange for his tardiness. "Do I have to tie you to one of those kiddy leashes so you don't run away? I saw some parents walk their child with that shit last week. Los Angeles, man... It'll drive you crazy!"

You heard instructions being given, the men were wrapping up and leaving the building. All men except for the one who's footsteps echoed louder and louder. You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could in this moment. You closed your eyes too, maybe if you could not see him then he would not see you. Wrong.

"Hi."

You ignored him, rocking yourself back and forth until another wave of pain made you wail.

"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me. You're okay, you're fine."

You made the mistake of looking up and locked eyes with this man dressed in fancy attire. He looked like a manager with his tailored suit and dress pants, he even got a shiny name tag to go with it. You failed to read what the tag said.

"My name's Daniel," he offered you a smile you could barely decipher with your vision, blurry from the tears. "Everyone calls me Danny."

You did not budge, bloodshot eyes staring at his foggy figure.

"You're hurt." He noticed a drop or two of blood on your brow bone. "Who hurt you? Was it Mel Gibson?"

You nodded frantically, but stopped. It hurt too much.

"That fucker." He said under his breath, but covered it up with another disingenuous smile. "You stay there, okay? I'll be right back. Don't move."

He ordered you to stay immobile and you listened. Where would you go anyway? Maybe he had an army of Mel Gibsons out there. All you knew was that they swarmed in the bank, you froze in place and, because of your reaction (or lack thereof), you failed to follow the other workers and visitors when they were bunched up in a corner of the facility.

Danny speed-walked his way back to where he came from, instructing his men to leave without him. He'd be fine, there was just a small inconvenience he had to deal with.

The next thing you heard was his familiar footsteps hurrying back to you.

"Good job! You listened." His tone was somewhere in the middle of patronizing and comforting, but at this very moment you preferred to cling to his words and to do as he said. "I'll take a look, okay? Let me look at you." He crouched down.

You pulled your hand slowly away from the left side of your face, where you were punched. You flinched when Danny approached you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. And I'm gonna make sure the guy who did this..." He looked at your wound then back into your eyes. "Pays for it. Got it?"

You nodded, slower this time than before. You figured out what he meant by that and the thought was sinister.

"Oh, poor little thing." He grinned, his facial expression softening when he assessed the gravity of your state. "It's just a black eye. You'll be fine."

You were starting to wonder what being fine meant to him.

"It won't hurt for long, trust me. I've gotten my fair share of those. I'm a little bit of a troublemaker." He winked at you and giggled.

The adrenaline rush started to drop, leaving you shivering.

Danny quickly noticed. He kept an eye on you, noticing how much you flinched and tensed up when he moved, while he took off his jacket and the black cashmere sweater he wore underneath. "Can ya feel that? It's soft. It's cashmere. I love cashmere." He draped the sweater over your body, hoping that it would stop you from shaking like a leaf. "I'll get you something for the pain."

Your mind began an epic race. If this guy was anything like the villains you saw in movies, he'd probably drug you or kill you the second he earned your trust. Oh God. He was earning it already! You were doomed, this was how it ended for you... Sitting on the dusty floor of the bank and being sweet talked towards your demise.

While your mind spiralled endlessly, Danny had searched the place around. He located a vending machine, probably destined for employees for their lunch break. Now, all he needed was a handful of coins. Lucky him, banks were full of coins. He scavenged through messy desks and even messier drawers until he found what he wanted. He headed towards the machine and, while waiting to select his desired item, he made a quick phone call to Castro.

"Mister Sharp, I can't do this right now! No, I'm not watching the soccer game. I'm just busy, the guys are arriving! What am I supposed to do? Okay, got it. I'll go! I'm coming! Yeah, I'll get a car! I'm running! Are you good? You seem stressed again. Stress is bad. I heard tea helped, have you tried to drink tea? Wait, how am I gonna make it back here? Mister Sharp? Do you need flamingos this time?"

You caught no word of that, despite how his employee was shouting through the phone, too busy listening to your own thoughts. Only Danny's silhouette walking towards you pulled you out of this misery.

He pressed a cold can of soda on the corner of your eye. "It will soothe the pain and you won't swell as much. First time getting punched, huh?" You shrugged, he took that as a yes. "I remember my first time... It was with my brother."

You frowned, the phrasing could not have been worse.

"No!" He yelled, clearing everything up. "I mean the first punch. He punched me. We were playing cowboys and he just popped one right in my face. He said it was an accident. I believe him. He became a Marine, maybe that moment inspired him."

You were not in the right state, both physical and psychological, to unpack what you just heard. Instead, you focused on the cold aluminum of the can and how it numbed the stinging pain.

"There's gonna be a car waiting for us soon. I'll take you back home? You can take something for the pain, lay down and sleep it off. It will turn different colours while it heals, but you'll look as pretty as ever in no time."

You swallowed the lump in your throat that was telling you to not trust him. He was a stranger. A dangerous stranger, at that. Your gut feeling rang all sorts of alarms, but still... You wanted to believe him.

"If anyone asks, you can tell them you were clumsy. Hit yourself while opening the cupboards. They'll buy it, people are so gullible."

The flag could not have been more red than that.

Speaking of red, there was a red reflection coming from the windows.

"There he fucking is, took him long enough." Danny sighed with a roll of his eyes. His demeanour changed radically when he aimed his attention back to you. "Think you can stand up? Here, let me help you." He offered you strong hands to pull you up.

Your legs were shaky, your knees barely held you up on your feet but you managed.

"I gotcha." Danny wrapped a solid arm around your waist, silently encouraging you to lean on him while he guided you towards the exit.

You held the soda can tightly, subconsciously preparing yourself to use it as a weapon if needed.

Danny's employee, Castro, held the door open for you. He drowned the both of you in a river of excuses before his boss could even speak a word. "T'was the only set of keys I found, sir! I made it as fast as I can like you told me to! I always listen so well, maybe not about the flamingos though... But you know, maybe one day you'll think of paying me more. I'm kinda like the employee of the month."

"Employees of the month wouldn't forget the first fucking rule! What is it Castro? We don't touch these cars." The two men repeated this last sentence together like a parent lecturing his child.

You looked around. Your gut was telling you to run while they were arguing, to run and save your life.

Danny's grip tightened around your waist, as if he guessed what went through your mind. He discarded of Castro, sending him off to God knew where again. He opened the door of the luxury car for you.

You sat down, let him buckle your seat belt. It oddly felt like you were a hostage he tied up to prevent you from running away. Perhaps because that was exactly what you were.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Where do you live? I'm taking you for a ride. How romantic!"

*~*~*

Danny sang along, badly if you dared to admit it, to the songs on the radio while he drove you back to your place. He parked the car and walked around to the passenger side. He most definitely overcompensated his insanity with chivalry.

You got out of the car and sighed of relief. He was right, people were gullible and you were the best example of it. "Hey, Danny." You handed him his sweater. "Thank you."

"You can keep it. As a souvenir." You sure would remember this terrifying day and you did not need an expensive cashmere sweater to remind you of it.

The two of you walked until you reached the front door. "Can you promise me something?" Danny hooked a finger under your chin and made you look in his direction. "You can keep a secret, can you?"

You nodded.

"Good. You seem like a trustworthy person."

You smiled faintly.

"Got a beautiful smile too." This hint of praise was not manipulative, well not intentionally. "Listen. We're not cowboys. Well... I'm not. I'm not a cowboy. I do things right. Nobody else got hurt today, you know? You shouldn't have gotten hurt." Danny brushed his finger gently over the bruise. "But you gotta promise me to keep this between you and I."

He felt you tense up, a breath getting caught in your throat.

"You have to. I know you can. I told you how to cover it up." It referring to the black eye, to the context and reason behind it, to this day that was taken straight out of some of your worst nightmares. "This is a day just like any other day for you."

You opened your mouth to disagree. All you wanted was to take some money out of your bank account and go about your day. You did not even get to do any of that and you got a nasty bruise as a bonus.

"By keeping this a secret, you're saving a life." He nodded slowly with a grin on his thin lips. "Yours." His eyes darkened and his smile faded. "We're not cowboys," he repeated. "I only wanted the money and I got it." He shrugged it off like it was nothing. "You don't want to become collateral damage, do you?"

You hoped there would be no other day like today.

"And you won't." He swayed between threatening you one second and, on the next, he was reassuring you. "As long as you promise me." Danny's hands, that were resting on your shoulders, dragged down your arms.

He held your hands in his, it stopped you from shaking. What was it about this man that felt so soothing? You had heard him scream at his legion of bad guys. Yet, with you, he was rather calm and composed. Almost caring.

"We got a deal? Ah, fuck, wait." He rolled his eyes, faking to have forgotten something. His other hand disappeared behind his back and, for one second yet again, you regretted not having trusted your gut feeling. You stared at a stack of cash, fresh out of the bank that he robbed not that long ago, that he pulled out from under the back of his belt. "Now. Do we have a deal?" He presented his pinkie finger to you, waiting for you to seal this promise.

You glanced at the money, then at his face. You were met with eyes as blue as the sky behind him. You locked your finger with his and took the money with you. "Deal."

He started to walk away, turning his back at you. You were left with an immense promise to keep, enough money to take your mind off it for a while... And a cashmere sweater that smelled of his cologne. "Danny!" You called out his name.

He turned to face you, too quickly to have time to put on a fake smile. Danny started to second guess if this whole thing... If you were a good idea. But you cut him short.

"Will I see you around?"

The smile that started to spread from ear to ear was anything but fake. "Fuck yeah, you will. On TV. they'll be talking about it on the news. Impressive, huh? I never get tired of that shit." He took a deep breath, his chest swollen with pride. It took him a moment to register the intention behind your question. He arched his brow, amused. "Oh, you want more of this?" He gestured towards himself.

You agreed to meet again.

As you opened your eyes, you struggled to adjust to the hazy vision. The sleep weighted heavy in your eyes as you tried to understand where you were. There was too much to process at once. One minute, you were having a glass of wine with Danny in his kitchen after your shift. And the next, you wake to a burning warmth was building up from inside.

“His room?” you thought to yourself.

Your skin felt the breeze all over. It took a while to process. You realized you were fully naked on his bed. A panic began to flood your chest. You wanted to crawl away and hide, but as you moved around a bit to get yourself, you realized your wrists were tied behind your back, began to numb as you laid on them.

“I knew that would wake you up” Danny chuckled with a dark mischievous grin.

Hearing his voice, you looked down between your legs and found his piercing blue orbs from between your legs.

“Just in time too. Party’s getting started and I like to play with my food. Means you gotta be awake!”

He laughed darkly and slapped your puffy folds, enjoying the way your flesh jiggled. It sent a shock of pain through you, fully waking up all your sense.

“I waited a long time for this. Wouldn’t have drugged you if you hadn’t fucking cockblocked all my moves.”

A tinge of anger, you detected. Having deflected all his cheesy pick-up lines throughout the years you worked for him as his personal assistant really did a number to his ego.

“That’s ok, though. I got you all to myself now” he smiled darkly as he slid his middle finger between your folds, using his index and ring fingers to soothe the delicate skin. “And I’m gonna have some fun with you.”

His low tone of voice concerned you. You were already in shock and could no longer fight back the tears. You knew fighting back would be useless. He was 3 times your size. What chance did you think you had?

“Aw, honey. It’s okay. You’d better get used to crying” he feigned, pouting at your tears.

Your body shook as his hand struck your cunt again and again.

He laughed and hissed watching your breasts bounced, standing on his knees between your legs.

“Look at your tits” he growled, gathering them in his large hands and painfully squeezing and kneading. “So fucking beautiful for me.”

He excruciatingly latched onto your nipples, biting and sucking on them as if his life depended on it. It hurt and made you sob as you realized how helpless you were. You tried your best to stay silent as he continued with his agonizing attention to your tits until he moved to hover over you with his knees on either side of your hips. As he mounted you, his balls dangled and grazed over your stomach. He was already naked and hard. How long had he been eating you out?

“That’s right, baby. Cry for me” he ordered sternly as his hand balled into a fist with your hair to force you to look at him. The other hand struck you again. His dark eyes locked onto yours as he repeatedly slapped your breasts hard enough to leave them red. Then he focused on your face, slapping your cheeks over and over.

You felt humiliated and mortified, but you could feel your body’s betrayal as the slick began coating your pussy lips.

“Cry for me, baby. I wanna hear you crying” he demanded. “Look at that pretty little mouth. Fuck, I gotta get my cock in it.”

With a groan, he balled his fist into your hair to drag you off the bed. You could barely move your legs as he forced you down to your knees. The pain burned on your scalp, but you couldn’t resist him.

He ordered you to open your mouth and at first, you hesitated. Another slap across your cheek was convincing enough.

“You like that, don’t you? You’re a little filthy fucking slut, baby. Just the way I like ‘em” he stated holding your chin to keep your teary gaze on him. “You gonna open that mouth for me or do you want it harder?”

You responded by opening your mouth, much to his delight. He loved the newfound power he had over you. Gathering his saliva, he spit into your mouth. Before you could even blink, he was shoving his cock into the back of your throat. You gagged around him, but he didn’t lighten up.

“Don’t you dare fucking throw up. You take it all like the whore you are.”

His stern words were enough to make you obey. You feared what he would do to you. You didn’t want to let him down, so you did your best to take him as he started to thrust his cock. You didn’t know exactly what he did for a living, but you knew that he had some sketchy ass friends. And whatever he did, he got paid really well to own such a modern and luxurious home.

“Breathe through your nose” you reminded yourself as you gurgled.

You looked up and found it easier if you kept your eyes on him. He moaned as he fucked your mouth ruthlessly, making you drool down your chin. Tears were streaming from your eyes, staining your cheeks with mascara and eyeliner.

“God, baby. Really know how to suck a cock, don’tcha? Look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth” he moaned forcing it down your throat.

You shook your head, trying to escape for air but he refused.

“Take it. Take it.” He repeated watching you with a stern look.

Squeezing his grip on your hair, he suddenly pulled himself out of your mouth just as your vision had begun to darken. You gasped for air, closing your eyes in relief as you tried to regain your fleeting conscious. He chuckled noticing how dizzy you were from the lack of oxygen.

“You fucking love this. All cockdrunk on me already?” he laughed slapping his hard member against your face as you struggled to keep your eyes open and mumbled incoherently. “What’s that? You want more? Yeah, you can have more.”

He lifted himself a bit to force your mouth on his balls.

“Suck on them” he demanded.

You did as you instructed. Sucking them allowed you time to finally fucking breathe, so you gave it your all hoping he’d enjoy more than the blowjob. You took them in, one at a time and sucked on them like your life depended on it. As far as you knew, that might’ve been just the case.

He growled as he pulled your head back only to shove his cock down your throat again. He fucked your mouth until he could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. You hoped he would, thinking it might end everything. But when he pushed you off, letting you fall against the side of the bed, you knew you were in for a long night.

“That was fucking close. Shouldn’t be surprised that whore mouth you got on ya.”

Pulling your hair to get you up enough, he threw you on the bed. He pulled your hip and forced you onto your back again. Your thighs burned as he shoved them back against your chest, pulling you widely apart.

Pushing his face into your cunt, he devoured you like a man starved for weeks. He hungrily lapped his tongue over and over your folds, smirking proudly to himself.

“I see I’m not the only one enjoying myself here” he mumbled.

Fuck.

You yelped as his hand slapped your cunt again, far more sensitive than before. That’s how he wanted you. He buried his face again to ravage your pussy. Poking the tip of his nose against your sensitive numb, he quickly flicked his tongue repeatedly into your hole to savor all your juices. The swaying of his head pushed his nose deeper and glided over your clit as he deeply inhaled your scent. His tongue didn’t cease at all, delving its way into you. Hooking his arms around your hips, he lifted them up off the mattress in his rage of hunger.

You couldn’t deny the pleasure he was stirring in you. You didn’t want to feel it, but your body had betrayed you.

As he set you back down, he shoved two fingers in your wet cunt and buried them to the hilt. He wasted no time to pump them into you. The squelching wet sounds from your pussy made your cheeks burn red, but made his cock twitch with anxiety to fuck you. You could hear it echoing in the room, bouncing off the wall as you wormed and wriggled under him.

The pressure in your core built even more when he added another two more fingers, brutally fucking you as he stretched your cunt on his large hand.

"Goddamn, baby. You're fucking soaked" he teased through gritted teeth.

Tears streamed down your temples as you clenched your teeth, doing your best to take him. You weren't sure if it was due to the pain of his fingers stretching your swelling cunt or the white-hot pleasure that he had succeeded in infecting you with. The pressure in your depths snapped repeatedly, especially after his thumb found its way to your clit. He worked you until you came over and over again.

"Fuck. I gotta get my cock in you" he hissed ripping his fingers out of you with a soft wet slop.

You tried to take advantage of the pause to catch your breath and close your legs to let them rest a bit. You closed your eyes and rolled onto your side tiredly. Your hips were burning from being pried and probed. But your break didn't last for too long.

Danny pushed you back open to splay you all out for him again. He aligned himself and glided the head of his dick up and down through your folds.

"Pretty little pussy you got here" he groaned. "So fucking wet for me too. Don't even need lube with ya.  Like a fucking invitation."

You winced at the burn of your hips, but he didn't seem to care. He was too busy watching his cock slowly penetrate past your folds. You wish he had been going slowly out of consideration, but you knew he was only fascinated by your puffy swollen lips engulfing his every inch.

The stretch around his cock was just as painful as his fingers. You couldn’t relax as your muscles tensed, only encouraging him further with the tight squeeze of your pussy on his dick. He moved slowly in and out to watch your labias hug his member almost as if hypnotized. You were nothing more than a toy in his disposal.

He smirked to himself, wanting to have his cock as deep as he possibly could in you. That was when he had the bright idea to pull himself out of you and used his fingers to pry your pussy open into a gaping hole. He slowly let his spit dribble down into your womb, smirking as he watched your muscles contract at the pain.

"Gonna have me in ya for days, baby."

He was quickly to get his dick back into you but this time, he wasn't as gentle as the first. He shoved his cock into your cunt and began his thrusting. It was rough and rocked the whole bed.  He leaned down to prop himself up with a hand beside your head.

Raising the hand that he had probed you with beforehand, he forces his fingers into your mouth and ordered you to suck them.

You gagged on them and hadn't been able to comprehend his command. He slapped you across the cheek and squeezed your cheeks, making you look up at him as his hips relentlessly pounded against yours. The room was filled with the sticky slaps of his steady rhythm.

"You fucking stupid, baby? Did you not hear me? I said to suck."

You nodded quickly as you did your best to stay focused. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked them as he wanted. All you think about was how sore you were already, but he felt so good. You knew he wasn't supposed to and that you were supposed to hate every second. But his cock had you seeing stars by this point.

You realized your breathing had become restricted as you held your breath. You hadn't noticed his hand slipping out of your mouth and gripping it's wet fingers around your throat. You stared at the ceiling hoping you'd pass out so you wouldn't have to live through this internal conflict any longer. You never should've trusted Danny.

He let go just before you could pass out and you gasped for air. His hand was quickly replaced by his mouth. As he mauled your neck, his beard scraped against the sweaty hot skin. He groaned as he bit you, making marks all over your neck and shoulders. He didn't just want to fuck you. He wanted to claim you.

As he felt himself growing close to his climax, he stopped suddenly to prolong his edging. He didn't want the fun to end just yet. You fell to your side like a rag doll with hardly any energy left in you.

He pulled his cock back out and pushed you hard onto your front. You laid there helpless and spent as he climbed off the bed. You took advantage of the moment to wipe away the stinging mascara and the messy drool as you withered in his bed, so defenseless. No doubt you looked like a mess. There was a rustling through a drawer and then, buzzing. He moved back to the bed and tugged your ankle forcefully towards him as he climbed back onto the bed.

You were too tired to look at him. You tried to avoid it because you knew he was just too fucking hot and you might end up enjoying the night. Lying on your front, you were just relieved to your hands and arms could have a little more circulation.

You felt him tuck something between your legs and immediately you knew what it was. A vibrating wand. Your hips arched instantly into the toy.

You begged Danny to stop. You couldn't take any more orgasms. You pleaded through tears and promised you wouldn't tell anyone.

"Honey, you think I wanna hide our lovemaking? I want the world to know about it. I want everyone to know who you belong to. I'm not gonna stop. I'm just getting started."

He sat on the backs of your thighs to hold your legs and the toy in place. You could feel building up again. The sweet intoxicating pleasure that corrupted your body. You thought you were gonna go blind.

Danny smiled as he slowly let his palms caress your ass cheeks. He squeezed the flesh and slid his thumb down your crack to tease your hole there.

"Pretty pussy. Pretty tits. Only makes sense to have such a pretty tight ass."

His hands continued to knead your flesh until he lifted one of them to slap you hard. As you withered in a mixture of pain and pleasure, he chuckled to himself and relished in the jiggling of your ass. The stinging pain combined with the vibrations from the wand stuck between your thighs only drove you wild. You didn’t want to enjoy it, but your body seemed to welcome it. You could feel the pressure winding up to snap with every smack.

“You like this, dirty girl. You like getting punished” he grinned darkly as he noticed you grinding your pussy against the toy.

“I wanna hear how much you like it.”

You stayed silent and shook your head, trying to resist your undeniable lechery blooming from your core. The vibrations against your sensitive clit were pushing you over the edge, threatening to throw you into that sweet blinding bliss again. How could you resist it? How could you resist him? It didn’t help that he was shaped like a god, muscles threaded from gold and molded by the Gods themselves.

Your legs tried to part as you spasmed and shook from the orgasms. Danny could feel your muscles flexing underneath him when you tried to lift your hips for relief. He smirked to himself and chuckled grimly as he soothingly palmed your red-hot cheeks. Despite his delicate caresses, he tensed his body to add more weight to the back of your legs.

“No, no, no. You gotta take it, like a good little slut.”

By the time he had finally gotten up to remove the toy, your pussy was drenched in your own juices. You could feel the bedsheet soaked underneath you. You pretty sure you’d squirted from the overwhelming orgasms Danny had forced onto you.

Forcing your hips up into the air with rough hand, you fell onto your face as you were unable to prop yourself up while Danny positioned you; his own personal fuck doll. He shoved his cock into your drenched cunt with such an ease that made you embarrassed.

“Jesus fucking Christ. So fucking wet, I bet I could fit my whole fist in there” he groaned. He probably would’ve tried if hadn’t felt so euphoric with his cock in your pussy.

You were certain you’d be bruised inside and out by the brutal grip on your hip and the ruthless thrusts into your walls. The closer he felt himself to his orgasm, the rougher he got. Tears spilled from your eyes as you struggled to breathe, panting from his merciless rhythm. You buried your mascara-stained face into the mattress. His balls pounded against your overly tender nub, slick adhering the sticky sore folds of your cunt to his balls.

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard in your filthy whore cunt” he panted with a growl.

With a sudden strong tug on your hair, he forced your head up to stand you up on your knees. He climbed onto the bed on his knees as well and pushed you up the bed. Every part of you ached enough to lock you in a trance. It became worse when he slammed your head against the headboard.

Thrusting his cock back into your aching pussy, his greedy hands reached around you to violently grope your breasts. Your neck burned with his beard scratching your skin as he mauled you hungrily. He sucked and bit outrageously as he chased his long-awaited high.

“S-so fucking good” he moaned. “Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough” he panted through gritted teeth.

One hand pulled your hair and contorted you into an excruciating position, fiercely latching his lips onto yours in a violent kiss. You winced and yelped, crying softly as you kissed him back. The warmth of your kiss, the hot slick of your pussy, the fullness of your breast squeezed tight in his hand. That was all he needed to burst.

“G-God, fuck!” he growled.

He coated your walls with his pearly white seed, filling your sore cunt with its deliciously sweet heat. His hips slowed as he pushed his cum deeper and deeper.

“Attagirl. Take it all.” He breathed nibbling on your shoulder.

It was finally over.

He pulled himself out and let you collapse lifelessly on the bed. Relief washed over you, although you couldn’t deny that hollowness you felt in your pussy without his cock. As his cum trickled down your inner thighs, you felt his heavy figure shift and felt him removing the restraints on your wrists. You wanted to rub the feeling back into them, but you were too tired to move. Until you hear a drawer open.

You peered over your shoulder and watched in shock. He held a massive black dildo in one hand and a metal bar in the other. It clinked against the restraints on both sides of it. Leather cuffs and metal links connected to the metal bar.

Pulling your ankles, he forced you to the edge of the bed and fastened the cuffs around your shins. It forced your legs to stay wide apart. With a dark grin, he ran his hand over your exposed pussy and gathered his white cum. He lifted his hand to press your cheeks and forcibly open your mouth. Hovering his coated fingers over your mouth, he let it drip down and onto your tongue.