#dark!robert pronge

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of Pronge. Where Mr. Drysdale is handsome, sophisticated, intelligent, Mr. Pronge is dark, creepy, and the way he smiles at you makes you feel gross. His whole style seems like he's stuck in the 70's. No one knows how the two of them became friends, but there's no denying the two of them are close. It seems like Mr. Drysdale takes Mr. Pronge's opinion to heart more often than anyone else's. Given the success the company has had, the record profits, he clearly does know something.

The day of your review, you dress up in your finest work clothes, complete with your favorite jewelry. The shirt is lower cut than you usually wear, but you're dressed to impress and Mr. Drysdale isn't impressed by modesty.

As you enter his office, your smile drops on a smidgen as you register Mr. Pronge's presence.

"Ah, there she is," Mr. Drysdale smiles. "Honestly, looking over your file, I think this whole thing is nothing more than a formality."

"Sir?" you ask, angling your head.

"Rave reviews all around," he explains. "Even I have no real complaints about your performance."

Your heart swells at his praise but you quickly school yourself. From the corner of your eye you see Mr. Pronge smirk and you suppress a shiver of repulsion.

"So I can expect a raise?" you smirk.

"You can expect a promotion," he smiles back.

"You mean a new title, right?" You weren't looking for a higher placement. You liked your job. It kept you close to him.

"That too," Mr. Drysdale answers. "But a position has opened up that I know you'll be perfect for."

"I'm...thank you, Mr. Drysdale, but I'm not interested in a new position. I prefer working directly for you."

"Your new position will actually be a lot more helpful to me."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What is the job?"

"Oh it's not a job," Mr. Pronge chimes in. "Well, not in the sense you're talking about." In a flash Mr. Pronge is standing behind you, startling you. He leans down and whispers, "you're new 'job' is as Ransom's sacrifice to me."

"S-s-sacrifice?" you stutter, eyes wide in shock.

"I didn't get to be this rich on my own," Mr. Drysdale explains, his smile never dropping. "Robert here is a demon who was in the market for a deal. All I have to do is to regularly give him my top performer for him to play with."

Mr. Pronge plays with your hair. "I was really hoping you'd live up to high standards. So pretty, so soft."

"It'll be a pain in the ass to train someone new," Mr. Drysdale shrugs. "But totally worth it for the wealth."

Mr. Pronge cups your chin and turns you towards him. "I'm throwing in a bonus. She was so intent on being yours that the betrayal, the hurt, is going to make her tears even more delicious."

"Aww, you wanted me," Mr. Drysdale mocks as tears start streaming down your face. "You probably would've been a good lay but, oh well. The money's what's important to me."

Mr. Pronge's grin turns sinister. "Let's get you to your new home. I'm eager to taste my new treat."

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

Another step.

“Do you know who I am, sweets?”

You responded with a stiff shake of your head. You didn’t want to let your captor know that his face was, indeed, familiar though you couldn’t quite place it – in fear that he’d take it as if he were just a forgettable face to you.

If he knew you were lying, he didn’t let on.

The man just nodded in contemplation as he stared at you through his spectacles. He took another step, invading your personal space. “So pretty,” he reached out and his ice-cold hand came up to your face. A freezing finger stroking your cheek softly as if he were afraid to damage you – the priceless work of art he just stole.

Unsure of why he repeated it, you let out a shaky breath, “th-thank you.”

“I can see why Drysdale keeps you locked up.”

Upon mention of Ransom, your brows furrowed, and you leaned away from the man. “Ran-Ransom?” You said aloud, your voice and your body trembling still. “Do-do you know him?”

The man nodded and grinned. His teeth baring at you like a predator does its prey. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I know him.”

His tone alone told you that this man, who has now crowded you into the wall with little chance of escape, did not think of Ransom as fondly as you did. Had Ransom wronged him? How much danger were you really in?

“Sour little priss that boy of yours is,” the man continued. “Killed one of my men, saying I crossed his territory, can you believe that, sweets?” His hand slammed against the wall – mere inches away from your face. You flinched away, but he didn’t mind. “Told him Rogers was a good guy, even worked for his grandfather decades ago. Now, poof, he’s ashes and I gotta tell his wife, Sharon, that Ransom fucking Drysdale killed her husband.”

You were too afraid to interject. He had to have the wrong Ransom – Hugh, your Hugh – worked for Harlan’s publishing company. He wasn’t entangled with the mob – let alone a murderer.

“He took one of my good guys. And mob tradition is,” he grinned, “eye for an eye.”

“P-please d-don’t hurt me,” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks, which sent blood flowing through his cock. “R-Ran wouldn’t have – “

“You ain’t know about all this, sweets?”

You shook your head. His tongue ran across the bottoms of his front teeth as he took you in – a beauty trembling against his body, pressed up against the wall.

Initially, yes, Robert Pronge did have the intention of killing you – sending you back in a body bag to Hugh Drysdale. But when he first saw you in the photos Jensen had taken from the Thrombey’s charity gala, he knew that killing such a pretty face would be a crime.

“How innocent,” he chuckled.

A strike against another mob family was not to be taken lightly – taking a mafioso’s best girl was grounds for a crime war. But Robert couldn’t help himself. You were just so damn gorgeous – he had to have you for himself.

“P-please don’t hurt me,” you repeated. Your knees buckled and Robert let you fall to the ground. He watched with fascination as your face planted into his slacks, tears staining the fabric. He couldn’t help his hand pressing you into his leg, sliding you over to his aching dick.

You wept as you tried to push yourself off the man, but his sheer strength kept your face pressed against his hardened cock. “An eye for an eye, gorgeous.”

You shrieked as his hand fisted your hair and pulled you to your feet. He shoved you forward onto the mattress on the floor you’ve inhabited for the past day and a half. You tried to crawl away with your head pounding from both your hair being pulled so hard and your incessant crying.

Robert grabbed your two ankles, forcing your body to lay flat against the mattress as he pinned you down with all his weight. You flailed your limbs in attempt to thwart him but to no avail.

Fabric was ripping all around you, but you didn’t know what it was until you felt his could hands against your bare hips. You cried out as he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you like the monster he truly was.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweets.” He said as his hands flew to the neckline of your blouse and ripped it down along with the front of your bra.

You were bared to him like a new toy on Christmas morning and he smirked down at you, eager to play.

In a last effort to fight back, your hands flew to his face, scratching like a wild animal. It lasted only a few moments until he grabbed both your wrists and pinned you down. His glasses had flown away, cracked against the concrete floor somewhere. His brow displayed a cut, a thin trickle of blood weeping from the broken skin.

His brows furrowed at you and he tsked. “Dumb bitch.”

You begged, “please, please don’t.”

Robert didn’t heed to your cries and pleas as he cuffed both your wrists into one large hand and undid his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear to reveal his enormous, throbbing cock, the tip angry and glistening with pre-cum. Your hips began to shift, trying to buck him off, but his free hand pressed against your stomach, hard to keep you in place before he pumped his cock a few times and thrust it into your unprepared cunt.

You screamed, body convulsing in pain as he fed your poor pussy his cock. “Take it,” he spat, “take it you stupid bitch.” He bottomed out with one single, slow, and agonizing thrust, swaying his hips as if to taunt you. He released your wrists as he pumped into you slowly before digging through his pants to retrieve his phone.

“N-no,” you murmured as you heard the shutter of the camera. “S-sto-stop.”

He continued to take photos of your cunt filled with his cock. Unbeknownst to you, blood had begun to trickle from your hole, your body unprepared for such an intrusion. The photos highlighted the crimson ring gathered around his cock.

Robert chased his release, despite your cries. To add reprieve from the onslaught of torture, his fingers found its way onto your clit, drawing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and to your dismay, it sparked pleasure.

Intense pleasure. One that had you arching your back into this monster’s chest and moaning with guilt. He watched as you shivered beneath him, biting your lip as you tried to stifle the cries of pleasure, only to fail when he pressed against your stomach again and the tip of his cock grazed your G-spot. You were no longer fighting him, your body giving into the confusing pleasure and the pain – even your hips began to thrust back.

Your body arched again as his cock tapped against your G-spot a few times and a pleasured scream escaped your lips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, fluttering as you came. He groaned, watching you, as he found his release. The cum spraying against your aching walls a strange comfort. He continued to thrust into you just to watch your body convulse with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Cheerfully you traipse into your husband’s precinct.  Having a day off you decided to be the sweet wife that you are and bring him some lunch.  Detective Paul Diskant is not overly fond of his beautiful wife walking into a place where some of the most brutal criminals come in, but when he sees your smiling face walk through the door, he can’t help but to return your grin. 

“Hey, Babe.  What’re you doin’ here?”  He asks, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“Got off early.  I knew you’d be working late, so I thought you might like a late lunch.”  You try to pay attention to your husband’s handsome face, but a man with unkempt hair, large glasses, and yellowed teeth keeps making kissy faces at you.  Paul notices where your eyes are drifting to and stands to block the man’s view of his wife’s figure. 

The man who had been making you uncomfortable laughs, looking at the officer that is questioning him, “She may seem all sweet and innocent, but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.” “Pronge, I wouldn’t be talking about Detective Diskant’s wife like that.  He’s very possessive with her.  He overhears you, he won’t be too kind,” Detective Ludlow warns him.  Robert Pronge only nods his head with a smirk, continuing to steal a peak, and only seeing your husband’s broad shoulders.  “Eyes here.  Don’t look at her.” _______________________________________________________________

Disoriented you wake up in a dark, cold, and dank room.  Looking around you, trying to decipher exactly where you are, arms tied above your head, but you are clothed, and no one seems to be around.  Screaming for help or anyone to listen, only to be met with silence.  You rustle around with your wrists that are tied up only to make the restraints even tighter.  Nearly giving up, you can’t help but to have tears leak out of your eyes, forgetting everything that Paul had taught you.   You do notice how your feet and legs aren’t tied up, so at the very least if someone shows themselves you could fight them off, but then how would you fully break free?  Continuing to wriggle around you hear the squeak of a door, and heavy footsteps walking down the stairs to meet you. 

“I see you're awake, Pretty Girl.”  The smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes lingers on his breath as he brings his face closer to you.  His sweaty and greasy skin rub along your face as you cry harder. 

“What do you want?” “You.”  He answers harshly as his hand traces the silhouette of your body. 

“Why?  What did I do?” “You’re fucking beautiful.  I wanted you, so I took you.” “My husband’s a de-detective.”  You hiccup trying to catch your breath through your tears.  “He’ll find you and kill you.” “I know he’s a fucking detective.  Where do you think we met?”  Suddenly it hits you where you saw the man.  Paul’s precinct.  When the lightbulb of that realization hits your face even the man smiles.  “Ding ding ding.  We’ve got ourselves a winner.  You had to come and see your husband all dressed up, huh?  If you would have kept that pretty ass at home, I never would have known the sweet pussy Diskant has.” “Fuck you!”  You scream at his face, causing his grin to become even wider, exposing his yellowed crooked teeth. 

“Oh, you will.”  He taunts you.  

“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole you ass hole.  Let me fucking go before my husband finds you and kills you.”  You try to pretend you’re sure of this fact, but you’re not. There’s no windows here.  If you were close to someone, they would have heard you screaming. 

“Aw, pretty girl.  Such anger.  But you better watch your fucking mouth if you know what’s good for you.”  He spins on his heels leaving your arms still hanging.  Tears continue to fall down your face, feeling helpless.   

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You’re not sure of how long he left you down there before he comes walking downstairs carrying a delicious smelling plate of food.  A tall glass of water and you can’t stop salivating.  Fully aware now as to how hungry and thirsty you are.  

“Miss me, pretty girl?”  Your face solemn you refuse to answer him.  Licking his lips he takes a bite of the food, drinking a big gulp of the water.  Still, you remain silent.  “Suit yourself. His tall body sits down, slowly eating bite after bite, drinking messily from the cup.  “This would be a lot better for you if you fucking talked to me.” “What is there to say?” 

“Was that so hard?”  Your eyes grow distant and cold and you turn away from him.  “It might do you some good to remember you’re tied up and at my mercy.  Show me a bit of fucking kindness and I might take pity on you.”  He stands throwing the plate and cup at your body, and there’s nothing you can do.  Your body now covered in the food, he stalks over to you, running his tongue on your body and clothes, licking up the remainder of the meal.  “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.  Keep being a fucking bitch.”  His body returns up the stairs, leaving you alone and covered in sweat, food, and his saliva. ________________________________________________________________

The next time he comes down the stairs, you decide it’s best to talk to the easily irritated man.  This time he brought another glass of water and an ice cream pop.  With a quick drink of the water, he sits it down, slowly opening up the frozen confection.  “Who are you?” He smiles walking closer, “Robert Pronge.  You can call me Mr. Freezy if you want pretty girl.” He shoves the ice cream pop in your face, and greedily your mouth licks and bites at it.

You ignore the man holding it and his too audible moans with every lick of the pop you take. Harshly he shoves the dessert deep in your throat.  The many times you’ve deep throated your large cocked husband, makes this not be too much of an intrusion.  “Oh, you’re in trouble now, pretty girl.”

Your tongue stops its movement when you comprehend why he had been moaning.  A quick glance down and you see the tent in his overalls.  “I-I’m married.”  You whimper. 

“Don’t care.  Where’s your husband now.” “He’ll be looking for me.” “You make this easy for me, and I'll let you go.” “No!  Please don’t.  I won’t.”  Your voice is a blubbering mess as you shake your head at him.

“Fine.  Looks like I need an insurance policy.” Picking up the glass he throws the water at your face and retreats up the stairs.  Tongue flicking out of your mouth you lap up as much of the liquid as you can, still parched for more. ________________________________________________________________

You wake to a slap to your face.  Your mouth still dry, as your eyes focus on the ass hole in front of you.  Another glass of water still in his hand.  “You’ve been sleeping so much pretty girl.  Want some water.”   

Nodding your head enthusiastically you answer him, “Please.  I’ll do anything.” “Is that a promise?”  Another nod, and you know it’s a mistake, but at this point you just want to survive.  He walks closer to you, tilting the glass to your mouth while you selfishly drink it down.  Not caring that his tongue laps up the water that spills from your mouth, while rubbing his swollen pants on you, and fondles your breasts with his hand.  After the glass is finished, he steps to the side. 

And that’s when you see him.  You’re handsome and clean-cut husband tied up and gagged. You gasp watching him stone cold frozen on the chair, as he angrily watches Mr. Freezy at your side.  “Thought we might put on a show for him.  You like to bring him up so often.  Shall we?” “No.  Please, don’t do this.  Please.”  Tears are refusing to come to your eyes with how dehydrated you are. 

“Fine then.”  Producing a pistol out of his pocket he walks to your husband pointing at his head.  “One.  Two...” “No!  Do what you want.  Just don’t hurt him.”  Thinking that Paul might object to save your honor, he doesn’t. 

“That’s more like it.”  His hands yank down the gag off his mouth, before walking back to you. Quickly his hands release you from your bindings, and pushes your body to the floor. “Don’t make this too hard on me, pretty girl.  Or I kill you both.”   

His hands rub over your body as he undresses you.  Maneuvering your naked body to be on your knees, he jerks your head up to look at Paul.  “Want him to see the way you look when I fuck you.” “I’m sorry.”  You whisper at Paul.   

Freezy’s hands rub through your folds with a hiss, “I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already wet.  Wanna see?”  Hands moving up to show your husband your slick coating his calloused hands.  “Thought you didn’t like me. Your body tells a different story.  Maybe she likes being treated like the whore she is, huh, Diskant?” You sob as you feel himself pumping into his fist, grabbing a hip to line you up before slamming into, you.  Giving your pussy no time to adjust to his length as he ruts into your sensitive walls.  His tip hitting your cervix as he bottoms out into you.  “Such a fucking slut, ain’t she?  Been keeping this tight cunt from me for too long Diskant.”  His voice is harsh as he taunts Paul. 

Your eyes red as you stare up at your angry husband, still not a word is spoken out of his mouth, and you don’t know whether it’s a good or a bad thing.  Freezy’s cold fingers wrap around you as he stimulates your clit with one, grabbing a hold of your tit with the other.  Your body betrays you as you let out a moan.  “I fucking knew it, you cockslut.  Knew you wanted me to fuck your greedy cunt.  You feel that pretty girl?  It’s grabbing my cock so good.  You’re already leaking, you fucking bitch.  That’s all you’re good for.  Fucking fuck toy, huh, Diskant?” 

Feverishly he fucks into you, shouting filthy words to you and Paul.  “Look at him.  Look at your bitch husband.  Could he make you feel as good as I do?  Better answer correctly or I fucking kill him.”  You shake your head no. “What’s that pretty girl?  Tell him.  Tell him who owns this pussy. Who...fucking...makes...you...fucking...feel...this...fucking...good?”  Punctuating each word with a harsh thrust, and slaps to your ass.  “Tell him.” He grunts. 

“You do.”  You whimper, body succumbing with pleasure to him fucking you. 

“That’s right.  Who owns this tight fucking pussy?”  He shouts, pulling your hair to fully gaze up at your husband’s cold eyes. 

“You.” “Who?  What’s my fucking name?” “Mr. Freezy.”  You scream as the warmth of an impending orgasm heats you up. 

“Say it you fucking bitch.  Say I own this pussy.” “Mr. Freezy owns this pussy.”  Eyes rolling back as your orgasm rolls through your body.  His pace doesn’t change, racing for his own release. 

“Remember what I told you.”  You aren’t sure, but the words sound like they fall from Paul’s mouth. 

“I remember.”  Freezy growls.  Pulling himself out of you he pumps his fist, until your back is coated in his hot cum.  “Don’t spill inside of her.”   

Your body is frozen, feeling him leave behind you, you watch as your husbands, unbound hands come to his sides, standing in front of you looking at Freezy.  “We even now?”  He asks. 

Scrambling, you back away from the two men, eyes glancing between them.  “Yeah.  You can go home now pretty girl.” “What?”  You sputter confused.  He wasn’t tied up.  He watched that, and wasn’t tied up. 

“Go home with your husband, you fucking slut.  Clearly you see all you mean to him.  Willing to sell his wife’s pussy to keep him out of the pen.” Your head shakes, refusing to look at Paul, feeling rage build up in your chest at your husband.  “You stay here, I’ll have to get you a collar so you won’t forget who you belong to.”  His hands that smell of your tangy arousal lift your chin to look up at him.  “You staying with me, pretty girl?” 

Masterlist

joel miller.

caged in silk series (x javier peña x marcus acacius) | kidnapped by three brothers, you have no choice but to accept your new reality. even if it takes a while... SMUT, DARK, 18+

chapter 1: introduction

chapter 2: escape attempt

chapter 3: picnic date

chapter 4: false alarm

chapter 5: one month anniversary

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

the bratty chronicles series | some moments between joel and his little troublemaker who makes his blood boil. SMUT, 18+

chapter 1: how my swollen ankle earned me a spanking

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

wet & willing | a "stranger" uses you in the shower and makes sure to record it as a memory... SMUT, DARK, 18+

andy barber.

beauty and the beast | every man has two sides of himself; the one he shows to the world, and the other which he hides. you really didn’t want to know the second one… SMUT, DARK, 18+

ari levinson.

breakfast | ari wakes you up early to eat his breakfast. SMUT, 18+

ransom drysdale.

positions | boy, i’m tryna meet your mama on a sunday. then make a lotta love on a monday. SMUT, 18+

miscellaneous works.

          ╰┈➤ paul diskant.

undercover | you and paul take your frustrations out on each other after a successful mission. SMUT, 18+

          ╰┈➤ mr. freezy.

wicked obsession | robert takes what is rightfully his. SMUT, SOFT!DARK, 18+

           ╰┈➤ mike weiss.

against my will | you have to pay them in a different type of way. SMUT, DARK, 18+

           ╰┈➤ bryce langley.

against my will | you have to pay them in a different type of way. SMUT, DARK, 18+

           ╰┈➤ sebastian stan.

"Headed out?" You heard from behind you as you started to undo the back of your smock. You took one more look around the restaurant, mentally checking off the list of things you had to do and humming.

You folded up your smock in your hands, putting it in your bag as you pulled it from its spot wedged behind the counter. "I think so."

"Well, it's about time." James stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hand with a towel and taking a look around with a small chuckle.

"Speak for yourself." You rolled your eyes as he tossed the towel in the trash.

He leaned against the counter beside you. "I mean it. I have plenty of help in the kitchen. Tony isn't going to feel the need to hire any more waitresses if you keep accepting all these extra shifts. I'm surprised you even get any sleep."

You stayed quiet, holding onto your bag in your hands. "I'm not trying to beat you up. It's none of my business, but I'm just looking out for you. I would hate to lose the only worker I can stand in this building." He nudges your arm and you fight back a smile, obviously failing.

You nudged him back, making him smile. "Come on, Sam isn't that bad."

"Are you kidding?" He scowled. "He's annoying."

"Now, now, James. Let’s not act like you’re not sometimes.” You tease.

"Probably, but it doesn't stop you from closing with me." A smug smile raises to his lips.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Never."

You glance out the window of the diner, biting your bottom lip as you notice the street lights on and very few people walking the streets. It was the one thing you hated about closing the diner. You lived close to the diner so the walk was too far, but you still weren't comfortable especially with everything happening on the news. All these people you knew and even did not know coming up missing. Some even turning up dead. It was a cruel world.

James noticed how uneasy you were, snapping from your thoughts. "Could I give you a ride home?"

"It's fine, honestly. I live just up the road."

James pressed a reassuring smile. "All the more reason why I don't mind."

You bite your bottom lip, staring out the window again and trying to think of any reason not to bother him. As much as you wanted to take him up on it, the independent side of you fought against it.

"Y/n." Your thoughts shut off at the sound of his voice. "I really don't mind. I just want you to get home safe."

You let out a deep breath, feeling the weight on your shoulder being lifted and you smiled at him. "Okay, James."

His smile widened before he lifted himself off of the counter. He took a moment to shut the lights in the diner before grabbing his coat. You followed him to the door, smiling when he stepped aside to let you first. You shivered, looking around at the empty streets as James turned to lock the door to the diner behind the two of you.

It made sense why no one wanted to be. If you had the choice, you would stay in too. You were thankful for your coworkers. It was because of them you actually kept coming to work, otherwise, you would have started looking for a new job a long time ago.

The drive to your house was a comfortable silence. James even went as far as catching every door for you, making sure you were comfortable with the heat in the car and the music on the radio.

"James, it's your car." You reminded him and he still smiled.

When you arrived in the parking lot to your apartment, he walked around to your side to let you out before you even had a chance to open the door.

It surprised you how a man like James continued to work for Tony considering how much of a sweetheart he is. For all you knew, maybe he stuck around for the same reason as you. You thanked him quietly as he let you out of the car. He offered you his arm for comfort and you playfully rolled your eyes, wrapping your arm around his and holding onto his coat.

“You really didn’t have to do all of this, ya know?” You looked up at him as he walked up the stairs to your floor.

“I told you I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“I know.” The two of you walked down the hallway once you got to your floor. You stopped in front of your door, letting go of his arm and turning around to face him. “Well thank you. I appreciate it more than you know.”

He waved it off with a smile. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Well, I do appreciate it. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He nodded, shifting on his feet slightly as if he was lost in thoughts. You didn’t want to hold him up any longer than needed. You removed your keys from your bag, unlocking the door.

As you pushed your door open, James stopped you. Stumbling over his words as he tried to find his voice.

“Can I..” You looked at him, noticing how close he was now and it all clicking. He had been debating whether or not to kiss you and your cheeks blushed a deep shade of red at the realization. You didn’t move, only leaning into him as he leaned into you. His lips barely brushed yours when a whistle sounded in the hallway making you both pull back.

You looked up to see one of your neighbors, Robert. “Some of us have places to be. You guys are kinda taking up the hallway.” Robert slowed his walk, passing by the two of you. James shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

You scowled at Robert. “And yet, here you are passing by just fine.”

Robert smirked, glancing at James. “You just let your ole lady get mouthy with anyone, huh? Surprised Tony even keeps you around, but I see now.” He glances between you and James. “Crystal clear.”

James cuts his eyes at him, trying to bite his tongue.

“Oh, fuck off, Robert. Don’t you have an ice cream truck convention to get to?”

Robert snarled his nose. He’d like nothing more than to fix your attitude. “For his sake, let’s hope he puts your mouth to better use.”

“Hey!” James called after him. “Don’t talk to her like that!” It was too late though. Robert was already down the stairs and could care less what James had to say. It would not stop him from talking to you in any type of way. You knew it would not change anything aside from someone getting hurt. In your case, you did not want it to be James.

“James, it’s okay honestly.” You tried to get his attention by tugging on his coat.

He huffed, finally turning back to face you once again. “What a dick.” He muttered.

You shrugged and he finally looked up at you with apologetic eyes. “Don’t even think about apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You giggled and he ceased, realizing what he was doing and closing his mouth. You smiled widely, closing the space between you only for a moment to press a kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened at the gesture before he broke out into a grin.

You laughed quietly at his reaction. “Thank you again, James. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned to step inside your apartment. James gave his farewells before you both parted ways.

----

It felt never-ending at work the next time. Between a rush hour and it still being the middle of the day, you knew it was going to be a long day. There you were lent over a table, washing it down along with the seat. You had already received a table from Tony that some very special guests would be making an appearance. They couldn't have chosen to come at a worse time.

You cursed under your breath, slowly backing out of the booth until your body collided with another and making you jump a little. You looked over your shoulder as the man stepped aside with a smirk on his lips. Something told you it wasn't an accident. You swallowed hard when you noticed the group of men behind you. You could tell just by looking at the men in suits this was the guests Tony warned you about.

You rushed out of the booth, sliding out of it as quickly as your legs could operate. You were fluttered. "I-I'm so sorry." You apologized.

The man seemed to get off on your uneasiness. "I assume this would be ours?" He almost challenged and you nodded quickly, making him narrow his eyes at you.

"I'm sorry. It is. I apologize in advance, we are kind of busy." You stepped aside, letting the men take their seats before passing out the stack of menus. You took your notepad from your smock, smiling at the men before you. "Can I get you guys started with something to drink?"

You hurried off to get their drinks after they ordered. You looked up the drink machine to meet James' gaze.

"Everything okay?" He threw his towel over his shoulder as he sat a plate of food in the window.

"Perfect." You muttered, but he knew otherwise. He peaked out from the kitchen window at the guy who talked at one of the tables behind you.

"Breathe, it's okay." He tried to assure and you lift your tray of drinks, shooting him a 'kill me' look before rounding the counter to the table of men. It was not hard to miss that the men were a group of mobsters and that put them at the top of your list of tables to serve. You passed around the drinks before you taking their food orders to James, pinning the paper above the window for him.

You could hear Wanda struggling with some trays of food and you hurried to her side to help, taking the extra tray she was struggling to balance.

"Woah, Woah... I got it." You smiled at Wanda as she let a big sigh of relief.

"You're a lifesaver." She thanked you and you followed you over to the table of hungry people, helping her pass out the food and helping with any refills since it was quite a large table. You took a moment to check on your other tables.

You turned to leave, nearly knocking into Tony as he stood just behind with his hands on his hips. "What do you think you're doing?"

You weren't sure what he was talking about. "What do you mean?"

He scowled, grabbing a hold of your arm and pulling you off of the floor and through the swinging door to the kitchen.

"You have a table of very important people out there and you're busy fucking off at other tables."

You yanked your arm back from his grip. "I was helping Wanda with the food."

"Wanda doesn't need your help. She can handle her own." You could tell everyone in the kitchen listening even if they refused to look up from what they were doing.

"Tony, she was struggling with her trays. Was I just suppose to let her drop them?."

Tony shook his head. "From now on, you take care of those men. Don't worry about Wanda."

"I am, Tony. You realize I have other tables too, right?." You reminded him.

"Not anymore." He shook his head again. "Wanda can handle them. I need you to keep these men happy. I own a lot to them. The last thing I need is you fucking this up."

Your eyes widened suddenly. You were in disbelief at what you were hearing. James looked up at you when you glance back at him. You knew what he was thinking. He only shook his head and lowered it again to finish chopping some vegetables. "Wanda can't handle every table in this diner. Tony, it's lunchtime."

"I don't care. Get out there." He grabbed your arm, pushing you toward the swinging door. You stared back at him in shock. "Are you deaf all of the sudden? Go."

You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves. It took everything in you to keep from giving him a piece of your mind for treated you like crap in front of everyone. It was expected from Tony though. You would hear Tony behind you as you made your way over to the table of men waiting on you. You heard Tony’s footsteps stop behind you as you passed Wanda and you knew he was breaking the news to her.

“Anyone need any refills? The food should be just a moment. Did you guys need anything?” You put on your best smile.

The men all exchanged looks before the one closest to you spoke up. You could tell just by looking at him, he was in charge. “What I want isn’t on the menu.” You raised an eyebrow, trying to think what he might have meant until you notice his sweep of your body.

“I.. I could have the cook customize something if you want."

He raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if you were playing dumb or if you really were dumber than you looked. "No customizing needed, suga. You already look good enough to eat."

You cleared your throat, trying to swallow down what you really wanted to say but your mouth still failed you. "You're right that isn't on the menu."

The man smirked as if your words were a challenge he was willing to take you up on.

“Nonsense. You guys can have anything you want.” You jumped slightly when you felt Tony rest his hands on your shoulders as he came up behind you. “She’s my best girl. She’ll give you anything you want.”

James was getting good at noticing your uneasiness because he rang the bell, giving you an excuse to leave the table. “Order up!”

“Uhh...I should go get your food.”

“Tony can get it. Can’t you, Tony?” Tony took his hands off your shoulders, staring at the man for a moment. “Go on. Make yourself useful.” The man challenged and you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“It’s fine I can-“

"Have a seat, doll. You could use a break, don't you think?" You were scared to answer as Tony nudged you forward toward the man.

"No problem. Coming right up." Tony forced a smile as the man found his hands to your hips and pulling you down on his lap.

You didn't know what to think. A part of you wanted to get up and leave but the other part of you, the part of you that you felt was keeping you alive right now, was terrified to move from your place on his lap. You wanted to say something, to protest. You want to call him a pig when you felt his fingers tracing shapes against your leg where your dress had risen up your thigh when you were pulled onto his lap.

You could feel his fingers creeping up your thigh as he talking to his men about God knows what. You slap his hand, pushing it back down.

"God. Can you at least be civil in public?" You scowled, pushing his hand and the man grabbed your wrist. He squeezed it, making you squirm on his lap.

"Stop-"

"Watch your mouth." His free hand pops your mouth, catching you off guard. Your eyes go wide looking at him. "You see, you need to realize who's in charge here. It's clear you lack proper discipline."

"I'm a waitress." You reminded him.

"You're whatever I tell you you are. Right now, I have no problem making you a personal cockwarmer for me and my men." You glanced around at the men at the table who clearly seemed to be enjoying the show.

Your eyes were on the verge of bugging out of your head. A part of you couldn't believe this was happening, but you couldn't put anything past Tony at this point. It was taking everything in you to stay in place.

You shook your head slowly and he nodded in return. "That's not for you to decide. You'll realize that soon enough." You stared at him in disbelief. He wasn't really going to do that in front of everyone, was he?

James' voice spoke up from behind you. "Y/n, Wanda needs you."

The man looked up at James, narrowing his eyes and you stared up at James with pleading eyes. "Is she okay?"

Tony finally came to the table with the food, sitting it down in front of the men. "What are you doing out of the kitchen? Y/n is busy."

"It's an emergency." His eyes had a sparkle in them when he looked down at you again.

Your eyes moved back to Tony and Tony glared over at James. "She's busy, James."

"Tony, Wanda could be hurt." You pleaded.

When Tony didn't answer, the man loosened his grip on your body. "That's okay. Go check on your friend. We'll talk more later." He smiled against your cheek.

You didn't hesitate to get up from his lap and hurrying to back in search of Wanda with James following right behind you.You didn't hesitate to get up from his lap and hurrying to back in search of Wanda with James following right behind you. You look around the kitchen in search of Wanda.

"Where is Wanda?"

"She's just getting something from the cooler. She's fine."

You stare at James in slight relief and confusion.

"I saw what he was doing to you out there. I'm so sorry." He frowned, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you into a comforting hug. You melted into the hug, feeling your eyes getting wet with tears as you hugged him tightly. You wished words could express your gratitude but words couldn't come close to explaining it. So you held onto him, mumbling a thank you into his shoulder.

You jumped when you heard the door swung open with force.

"What the fuck was that?!" Tony voice's lit like fire echoing through the kitchen, making everyone else stop what they were doing. You and James slowly parted from your hug. "Does nobody listen to me around here?"

Everyone stayed quiet and Tony paces back and forth for a moment before stopping in front of James. He jerked the hat off of his head, throwing it on the ground. "What part of 'she's busy' do you not understand?!"

"They were hurting her!" James spits back.

"Hurting her?! They were HAPPY." Tony yells in his face. "You realize you're playing with fire here? They're mobsters for crying out loud! They could fucking kill you for that and not lose an ounce of sleep over it." James stands down, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Tony shook his head in shame before stopping in front of you, pointing a finger at you. "You. My whole business is depending on you right now and you pull this stunt."

"She had nothing to do with this. It was my fault, sir." James jumped in.

Tony cut his eyes back to James. "Pick up your fucking hat and get out of my face."

James picks up his hat from his feet, dirting it off before returning to his spot at the grill.

Tony crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes staring you down again. He let out a deep breath as you let your eyes drop to your feet. "Luckily for you, they're willing to overlook this. They'll be back tomorrow, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. I do not care what they ask for, you give it to them."

Your mouth fell up slightly with a gasp. "Tony."

"Don't act so stuck up. This is your life we're talking about. Now when they come back tomorrow, there won't be any more stunts. You'll be going with them. Understood?"

The whole kitchen stopped working instantly. You had to remind yourself to breathe.

"I-I don't think so."

"You think you have a fucking choice? I'm your boss and I'm telling you are going with them." Tony raises his voice, making you flinch slightly.

You reached behind your back, untying your smock and shoving in Tony's hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

You turned away, grabbing your bag from its usual spot. "I quit. I'm done here."

"You can't just quit!" Tony stormed after you, grabbing ahold of your arm and jerking you back around to face him. "You owe me!"

"Tony, I don't owe you anything! I kept this business afloat. If it wasn't for me, this diner would have never made it this far. I agreed to waitress. I did not sign up to be your hand out for your fuck ups."

You watched as his face turned a bright shade of red. "You're gonna regret that."

"No, I don't think I will." You glanced back at the kitchen staff. "And I think I speak for everyone when I say, you are the shittest boss to take advantage of your team the way you do."

His jaw clenched and everyone seemed to work at a slower pace in order to keep from missing a detail. Tony pressed his lips together, forcing a laugh to keep from making an even bigger scene.

"You're gonna wish you listened to me. You're gonna regret all of this, princess."

"Go to hell, Tony." You mumbled as you walked out of the kitchen before leaving the restaurant.

--

It had been two weeks since you had quit working for Tony and you had not heard anything since. You were relieved. You were slightly curious what he meant by you would regret it, but this far you could confirm you did not regret leaving that shit hole of a job. You had started working in an office building and to say the least, it was a lot better than waitressing.

It does not long after you left that James followed in your steps. You both need it was something bound to happen but of course, you had given him that extra push he needed to get the job done. After everything had happened, it also gave James the push he needed to make his move with you. You two had not spoken much about what happened even though you hang out almost every day now it seemed.

The two of you sat on the couch, your back against his chest as you both sipped on a beer. You were three in and already feel a buzz. You rested your head back with a hum, resting your eyes for a moment as you listened to the television in the background. His arm dragged over your shoulder, holding onto you as he took the last swig of his beer. It was late and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

He kissed the top of your head, smiling as he moved his arm from around you. He rose from the couch to gather up the empty bottles and tossing them in the trash to save you from having to clean up later.

You sat up from your spot and watched him with a smile. "I could have done that."

"Well, now you don't have to." He chuckled, leaning down in front of you and resting his hand on the back of the couch as his head hung down over yours.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you scrunched your nose up with a giggle. Alcohol gave you more courage than it should have. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him down to you until his lips landed on yours. The kiss was firm and eager. He did not hesitate to kiss you back. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as mingled with yours. Your back fell back against the couch bringing James with you and James settled in between your legs, kissing you.

You could feel how hard he was pressed against you just from your kiss alone. An eager whine fell from your lips as your fingers worked their way down his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons as they lowered. At one point James was helping you until you were almost done with the buttons, his hand closed around yours.

"Wait..." He breathed against your lips, pulling back from the kiss to catch his breath. Your eyes stared up at him, your lips still tingling and swelling from his kiss.

"What's wrong?" Your lips still brushed his.

"Nothing. I just would prefer we did this sober." He answered shyly as if he was worried he was saying the wrong thing. You could not help but smile no matter how much you were aching for his touch right now. You understand and you agreed with him.

"Then we'll wait." You agreed with him.

He sat up on the couch, working the buttons to his shirt again. "I'm sorry. Believe me, I really do want to touch you, but I don't want alcohol influencing anything when I do."

You smiled. "It's okay. I respect that."

He lets a sigh when he glances over at the clock on the wall before looking back at you. It was right at midnight. "I should probably get going. You should try and get some rest before work."

"What? I'm well-rested. Can't you tell?" You stared back at him with tired eyes.

"I don't know about that." He laughs, starting to get up from the couch and you followed as he walked to the door.

"Goodnight." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead making you give a tired smile. If you had not been feeling the beers then, you were starting to feel it the fourth one now.

"Night."

You shut the door behind him as he left, locking the door in place. You turned off the television once you found the remote. You wandered into your room to change into a nightgown. You were ready for bed.

Knock, knock.

You furrowed your brows in curiosity before giggling quietly. It was probably James.

You unlocked the door, pulling it open. "Change your min-" You stopped as soon as your eyes met Robert's. He smiled at the sight of you. He could tell you had been drinking and that was okay. It was going to make what he was here for a lot easier.

"I always knew you were a slut." He smiled one of his smug smiles.

"Do you not have anything better to do, Robert?"

He started to lean against your doorframe as if in thought. "Come to think of it, I do." His eyes seemed to fall down your body. They racked your body as if they were undressing you from your nightgown.

You scowled. "You're disgusting." You grabbed the door, starting to slam it shut in his face but his boot caught it. "Move." You gritted your teeth.

His foot didn't budge. In fact, all it took was a rough push of the door and it had you stumbling back. It was too easy. You cursed yourself for drinking.

"Wh-What are you doing?" He pushed his way inside your apartment and he pushed the door shut behind him. You watched him starting to reach for the lock. You slap his hand, tearing his hand away from the lock. He wasn't going to make himself at home. "I don't know what you think this is. Get out!" You raised your voice which soon died into a whimper when he grabbed you by your throat.

Your hand grabbed at his fingers, trying to tear them from around your throat and they only tightened with every attempt. You could hear the door lock as your head grew lighter. Maybe this was it. Robert was here to kill you for everything that happened. Just as you could feel yourself losing the last bit of oxygen in your lung, Robert gave you life again.

He releases your throat. Your lung burned trying to get oxygen back in them as you fell to your knees. An ache pounded through your skull from being so lightheaded. You crawled on your hands and knees to get as far away from him as possible and he whistled as he simply walked behind you. He could see your panties poking out from underneath your gown.

“Pathetic.” He chuckles as he steps one boot in front of the other. “You really think you’re something, huh? Think you’re too good for people. You’re not even close. You know I never knew what Tony saw in you. Nothing but a mouthy little bitch.”

You got to your feet, stumbling over your feet to get to the kitchen. You started to hurry through the drawers to get one of your cutting knives.

Robert lifts his shirt, pulling a gun from its place tucked in the waist of his jeans. You flinched when you heard him cock the gun. You stopped and slowly put your hands in the air in defeat.

"Robert, please..." You felt helpless. One wrong move and you were dead where you stood. "Don't do this."

Step by step he moved closer to you. His hand rubbed over your hips as he pushed you against the counter, pushing the gun against your temple and you closed your eyes tightly. You couldn't stop the tears from falling.

He pushed you over against the kitchen counter, his rough hands rubbing over your hips and feeling it slide up your back. Your hands out of habit grabbed for his and he shoved your head down hard against the counter, pressing the gun firmer against your head. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"Are you forgetting who has the gun here?" He snarled and you whimpered as your head throbbed from the impact. His hand rubbed over your ass and you blinked back the tears, looking at him. "I'm starting to see why Tony dealt with you for so long. Must have seen some real potential."

He grabbed you up by your hair making you yelp in pain. "Get on your knees."

You could see where this was going. You shake your head and he gave your hair a hard tug, slapping his hand against your cheek.

"That wasn't an option. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees." He gritted his teeth as he pulled you to your knees. You gripped his thick thighs to push yourself away as more tears fall down your face.

"Please. Please. No.." You cried.

"I'll shoot you right now and I won't think twice about it. I won't make your death quick. If you wanna suffer that's fine, or you can be a good little slut and we can put this pretty mouth to better use. The choice is yours."

You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and stained cheeks. "1.. 2.." He started counting as he gripped the gun in his hand while the other tugged at your hair, pulling your head back to you look at him. "I'm tired of hearing your mouth. If I get to 3, it's not gonna be good for you."

You took a shaky breath, your smaller hand reaching up to undo his jeans. You undid the button and pulled the zipper down, your hands tugging on his pants a little to free his throbbing cock. You gasped as it was rock hard and precum already smeared over the angry red tip. He was much bigger than you expected. You never expected much from a guy like Robert.

You weren't even sure you could fit him all in your mouth. At this point, you were terrified to get even that wrong.

"Y-You're too big." Your voice cracked and he chuckled, smearing the salty tip over your lips and you pressed your lips together in humiliation.

"Giving up already huh? You haven't even started." He laughed. He adjusted the gun and you winced as he pushed on your temple with the barrel. "Show me what you're good for."

You were completely aware he was in full control of you and whatever he wanted from you. You wrapped your small hand around the base of his thick cock, dragging your hand up and down it with a stroke. You were hesitant about guiding it to your mouth so you started off with kitten lips to the head and letting your tongue trace over the slit of his cock. You lapped your tongue around the head, licking up all of his precum.

His head fell back for a moment with a sigh as his teeth sank into his bottom lip. "I wonder if James knows just how big of a whore you really are."

You tried not to make eye contact with him. Robert was not bad-looking by all means, but you could never look at Robert as so when he was such a shitty person. The quicker you got this over with, the quicker he might let you go. You closed your eyes tight trying to imagine it was not him.

"Eyes on me." He growled suddenly.

He must have noticed what you were trying to do. His hand slapped your cheek making you moan after his cock. Your eyes shot open, ruining your chances of imagining it were someone else. He tilted your head up to look at him.

Your eyes watered as you peer up through your lashes at him. His hand pushed on the back of your head, urging more of his cock into your mouth before the tip hit the back of your throat. His hips thrust against your mouth as you sucked. Your nails digging into his thick thighs. You wished you could push him off but you were too scared of what he would do in return.

"If only Tony and the boys could see you now." He smirked through his heavy breathing. You could tell he was close. "Miss. Goody Two Shoes on her knees sucking the ice cream man's cock. But you're too good for everyone right?" He laughed to himself, his breathing shuttering and you gagged against his cock. Your lungs are begging for air. "So close."

Your hands slapped against his thighs, but he didn't pull away. He didn't care if you croaked out from his cock.

"You better swallow every drop. Better not waste it."

You whimpered as the tip of his cock thrust roughly at the back of your throat, squeezing his thighs. He grunted suddenly, stroking his cock as he slowly eased it out of your mouth and painting your tongue with his spend. You swallowed every inch, trying to catch your breath. You were starting to wish he had just killed you, but it was over here. Now he would be on his way.

But he wasn't. His cock never softened even after he came. He was just as hard as ever. He didn't stop. You yelped as he pulled up from the floor by your hair. You stumbled over your feet trying to keep up with his pace. He pulled you down on the couch and you tried to get up quickly before he can get on top of you. You were already over the arm of the couch when he drags you back on your back beneath him.

"Robert, I'm sorry! Please, stop!" You begged.

He traced your fingers across your cheek, smiling at your tears and you swallowed hard. You didn't want to think about what was coming next.

"Sorry for what? Being a tease? A bitch? This isn't for me. I told you about that mouth of yours, but you never listen." He chuckled as he rubbed his hands down your figure, admiring the way your nightie hugs your curves perfectly. "Now you're stuck dealing with me. I know that's what you've always wanted, hm?"

You bite your bottom lip hard, your bite almost drawing blood from your lip. You shake your head quickly, making him growl and push your gown up as he settled between your legs. His fingers rubbed against your panties, making you gasp when he rubbed over the wet patch.

"You're a horrible liar. You're soaked." He smirked.

His hands dragged your panties down your legs, tossing them aside in frustration. He tsked at the sight of your glistening cunt and you wiggled, trying to close your legs.

"Don't fucking move." He pointed his finger in front of your face. "I'm so tired of warning you. I'm just gonna have to fuck your corpse if you keep on."

He absolutely disgusted you in every way possible. You were ashamed at how wet you were. How your body could betray you in a situation such as this.

You glared at him even through your teary eyes. It seemed to amuse him as he rubbed his long fingers through your folds, letting two of them push inside of you. Your juices instantly coating his digits. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to show your arousal. He wiggled his fingers in front of your face. You hated him so much.

"Have anything to say for yourself?" He grinned.

"Fuck you." You muttered and he pushed his fingers inside of your mouth, letting your tongue lap up your juices. You gagged slightly as his fingers brushed the back of your throat.

"Oh, we're getting there." He grinned as he brings the gun down your stomach between your legs, brushing your clit with the barrel. You froze with wide eyes at the feeling.

“R-Robert.. please don’t.” You took a deep breath to keep from crying again. You felt pathetic, helpless and boy did you look the part too. At this point, you would rather die than play this game with Robert.

“You know it’s going to happen, so why do you try princess? Do you really think I fucking care? Besides,” he tilted his head as he brushed the gun against your entrance.

Your bottom lip was quivering at this point. “Just kill me. Please. I can't do this...” You begged and he pulled the gun away before he ran his tongue along the gun, licking up your sweet juices with a groan.

“I don't waste.”

You sobbed as he dragged the tip of his cock through your folds. You tried to close your legs but he only pinned them apart, holding them down as he shoved his cock inside of you.

You cried out, gripping on his shirt so tight your knuckles turned white. He groaned, not giving you a chance to adjust and instantly thrusting into you.

“Fuck… if I knew it was gonna be this good, I would have would this long ago.” Robert held your legs apart as they shake underneath his grip. It was stinging between your legs from his size. It was almost like losing your virginity all over again.

“R-Robert..” You whimpered. He smirked as his name fell from your lips.

“You like this, don’t you? I figured a slut like you would.” He ground his hips with yours, the sound of his thighs smacking against the back of yours filling the room with every rough thrust.

“I hate you so much.” You cried as the pain slowly but surely began turning to pleasure. You were struggling to hold back your moans. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m finding that harder to believe when you're hugging my cock so good.” As much as you wanted to hate him, your body welcomed him. It humiliated you how soaked you were, how good his cock hit parts of you no one ever had. You choked a moan, pushing on his chest as if you could even get him off of you.

He pulled your leg over his shoulder which once allowed him to take you deeper. Your stomach burned with desires, your climax swiftly approaching no matter how hard you found for it not to happen. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum but you could not help the wave of pleasure that pulled you in. You cried out as your body arched, your juices soaking his cock and he groaned at the sight as they soaked even his thighs.

Robert leaned down, gripping the back of your neck to make you look at him. Your tired eyes struggled to keep your focus on him from the climax you just experienced.

“Look at you all fucked out.” He chuckled as he thrust harder and faster against your spot, nearly pushing you over the edge again. He knew what he was doing and you knew no matter how much you fought back, he was doing to take what he wanted. "You’re gonna look so good full of my cum.”

You shook your head with a whine. Your hands slapped his chest and pushing on his stomach to try and push him out of you. “No, no, please. P-Pull out!”

Robert roughly grabbed your hands, pinning them to the arm of the couch above your head. He pulled down the front of your gown to free your breasts, groaning as he watched them bounce with every hard thrust of his hips. You panicked. You did not know what to do else. You weren't worried if he would kill you. Dying was better than having to experience this. You started to scream, only to receive a hard slap across your face to sounded through the room. You could feel the tears falling faster now as you cried.

"Scream again and see if I don't fuck you unconscious." He challenged. Even with everything going on, he never stopped though. You could feel your climax building in the pit of your stomach.

"Maybe I should. I wouldn't have to hear your pity party." He reached between your legs as his rough fingers slapped your clit, making your body jump from the intense feeling. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be." He growled in your ear as he rubbed his fingers swiftly against your clit.

You cried out as he sent you over the edge for the second time. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his cock, pushing him towards his own release. The tears falling down your face were a mixture of fear and overstimulation.

"You can't stand me now, just wait until our child is the spitting image of me." He smirks through his heavy breathes. "Now, this, this is for me."

key | agere - sfw regression | a - angst | ddlg - sexual ddlg | f - fluff | h/c - hurt/comfort | mf - medfet elements | n - non/dubcon or dark elements | s - smut |

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devils roll the dice | n, s, mf | kinkmas 2023 | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

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puffy clit club | ice torture

Robert stares at you softly, extending his hand for you to take, “Come on.  Let’s get you cleaned up, dressed, and fed.  I know you have to be tired.”  You can only nod while grabbing his hand to lead you out of the hell hole of a basement.  Guiding you to the bathroom he looks at you.  “You want a bath or shower pretty girl?” “Um...a bath I guess,” your voice barely a whisper.  He turns on the water, waiting for it to get warm, before plugging up the drain.  He turns to walk out of the bathroom, before your hand attaches to his arm, stopping him.  “Where are you going?” “To get you some clean clothes and privacy.”  With a bite to your lip and switching of your feet he studies your body movements.  “Is something wrong?”  You shake your head no, but still don’t turn to get in the bath.  “Alright, what the fuck is wrong?  Don’t lie to me.  I can tell you’re lying, I'm not a damn idiot.” You’re unsure of what to say, or even what is wrong.  “You not want me to leave you or something?”  The softness is back in his voice.

“No.  Don’t want to be alone.” “Let me get you some clean clothes, and I’ll be right back.”  You offer him a soft smile nodding your head.  Upon his return he lifts you up to put you in the warm water.  He helps you dip your head in the warmth before shampooing you, and after he uses a washcloth to scrub off your body.  Making sure to get every bit of you clean, and feeling new again.

“Why are you being so nice?” you ask.  Genuinely you want to know.  It seems mere seconds ago he was throwing food and water at you.  Making your coward of a husband watch as he fucks you.

“Figured you might need it,” he shrugs.  He doesn’t meet your eyes, just continues scrubbing your body.  “I know it was wrong.  Jus’ needed ya to see what a joke of a husband you had.” “You didn’t know he would do that though.” “Yeah, I did.  They’re all the same.  You deserve much more than that.”  Silence fills the room.  Carefully he helps you out of the bath, drying you off with a towel before helping you dress in one of his button up shirts.  “You stay here, we’re going to have to get you some clothes.  Are ya staying here?” you can only shrug because you don’t know.  There’s a part of you that misses Paul, but the bigger part is pissed.  “I get it.  Lot to take in.”

You can’t deny the amount of care he spends taking on you, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel better.  He’s obviously a criminal, and a powerful one.  The comfort you feel and the lack of good sleep has your eyes heavy.  “Gotta get ya fed first.  Not too much, ya ain’t ate a lot in the past four days.  Have to get you back to that, okay?” nodding you follow Robert back to the kitchen.  Sitting in his lap while he feeds you bland oatmeal and makes you drink a chocolate protein shake.  “Bedtime,” his voice rings out before scooping your body up.

“Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  

With a gently kiss to your forehead he returns your whisper, “Wasn’t going to, pretty girl.”  Softly he lays you in the bed.  His body crawls behind you, wrapping an arm around you, before pulling you flush against his chest.  “Going to keep you safe,” is the last thing you hear before you drift into the best sleep of your life.

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Perplexed you wake up, feeling sore in your arms, and confused on where exactly you are.  The shouts of your husband and Robert bring the memories of the past four days rushing through your brain.  Hearing demands that Paul leave before he kills him, and Paul’s heavy steps coming closer to wherever you are.

“Pronge get your fucking ass out of my way.  I’m taking my wife home.” “If she wanted to go home, don’t you think she would have.  You know the law, my house, get the fuck out.”

A scuffle ensues before Paul bursts through the door, yelping you crawl as far away from the door as possible.  Falling into the floor you curl yourself up into a ball, refusing to meet his eyes.  “Play time is up.  You made your point; you’re pissed off at me.  This is getting ridiculous.  Get your ass out of that fucking floor and let's go home.” “Don’t want to.”  Your voice comes out much stronger than you had anticipated.  

“You heard her.  She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”  Robert's figure stands in the doorway, eyes flicking towards you before his gaze is only on Paul.

“And you would rather stay here with this piece of shit?” his voice is pure hatred as he talks to you.  Right then and there, you made your decision.  You’re staying.

“Yes,” is the only answer you provide him with.  That’s all he deserves.

“You heard the woman.  Now get the fuck out of my house.”  Paul turns towards Robert and punches him in the face.  You scream at Paul to stop, but you had no need to worry.  Robert’s savage side that you assumed he had bursts out.  His fists connecting with Paul over and over again.  Head butting him onto the floor, before he crawls over him and continues to bash him.

“Robert!” you scream, he stops long enough to look at you.  “He’s not worth it.  I don’t want him dead.” He leans over and whispers in his ear, “You better thank her.  I would have killed your sorry ass.”  He stands roughly picking his body up and dragging him out the door.  “Be right back.  Just gotta take the trash out.” You give yourself a moment before getting out of bed, wearing nothing but his button up shirt, and wander through the house before you spot him coming through the door.  “Thank you.” your voice as smooth and silky as honey, as soft as down feathers, and Robert melts.  His body coming closer to yours.  “Just wish there was a way I could repay you.” Robert’s thick fingers run up your arms, drifting over to make contact with the buttons, before he skillfully begins undoing each one slowly, and you can hear the change in your breathing.  You know it can’t be that loud, but the quietness in the room it sounds like you’re panting loudly.  “I can think of a way.”  A voice that commands such authority is soft and sensual with you.  Only the utmost care is given to you.  His movements stop.  “Only if...” Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until your lips reach up to connect to his, showing him that you and your body want to thank him.  Realizing the moment that his tongue demands entry into your mouth that this is the first time you had kissed.  As intimate as you had been with him, you have never let him have that part of you.  Lifting your body up to his, you cling to him.  Arms and legs tightly wrap around him, as his fingers fumble to undo all the buttons.

His hands jerk the shirt off your body, and you’re completely exposed to him.  Robert’s knees bend as he drops the both of you on the floor.  Your fingers pull at his shirt, yearning to have his skin on yours, while his fingers struggle to undo his pants.  

Both your hands roam around each other's body, Robert’s mouth connects on every part of you.  Kisses and nips that take their time, almost as if to commit your body to memory.  Humming along your skin until you arch your back to bring your body closer to his.  “Robert.”

“Can I just not fucking enjoy your body for a minute?” “I just...” “I know you want me to properly fuck you.  Let me enjoy this, and I promise you I’ll fuck you a lot better than that cuck husband ever did.  Now shut the fuck up before I gag you.”

While his words are harsh, his movements continue to be steady and light.  Fingers that tickle along your skin, his mouth and tongue touch every part of your soft skin.  Spending extra time on your peaked nipples, warm mouth that heats you up, before blowing cold air onto you dampened chest.

The smooth care he takes on you is abruptly taken away when he jerks your legs apart.  Gasping as his lips kiss up your thighs, beard that scratches at your sensitive skin, as his eyes watch your face.  Loving how responsive your body is to his mouth.  With a quick smile up at you he dives into your weeping cunt.  Eating up your arousal that spread to your thighs.  

His tongue kitten licks your clit, causing you to whimper, while his mouth buries deeper into you.  Your fingers, push aside his brunette locks to study his face.  Noticing for the first time the bright blue of his eyes.  The way the light reflects off them, making them almost sparkle.  Before you can further study the softness that radiates from him, his tongue enters your drenched channel.  Sobbing with the way he works you; never did you feel this way with Paul, and it makes you want Robert more.

“Robert...I need to feel you, please.”

His body pulls back, face wiping your glaze off his beard on your reddened thigh before he crawls up your body.  Lips kissing all the way up before crashing into you.  Tasting yourself on his tongue, and loving every minute of him over you.  Robert readjusts his body, mouth nibbling around your neck before you feel his cock enter you.  His tip slowly going through your folds, a long deep moan exiting his mouth that vibrates on your neck causing you to keen at the feel of him.

When he bottoms out, he holds himself there.  This time giving your body the chance to adjust to the stretch of your cunt.  Both of you breathe the other in, looking up at him, not feeling loved, but feeling cared for.  He was willing to kill Paul, for you.  Willing to let you stay, because you had nowhere to go.  Everything he’s done, he’s done it all for you.  Justifying the fucked-up trap, that he led you right to.  And you forgive him for that, because you saw Paul for what he really is.

“Fuck, this feels better this time, doesn’t it?  You actually want me, huh, pretty girl?  You feel me stretching you out?”  Robert begins to fuck into you with slow and languid thrusts, filling every part of you up.

“Yes...it’s amazing.”  Mouths attach again, but it’s more soaking up the others breaths.

Robert rolls the two of you over, positioning your body to straddle him, all the while nothing leaving your warmth.  “Want to feel you fuck me.”  You roll your hips over him, hands pressing on his thick toned chest, while his hands hold tightly to your hips.  “So, fucking good.”  His hand stings your ass with the quick smack he deals you.  Hearing the mewl that releases from your throat, he slaps you again, before grasping tightly to your reddened cheek.

“You and me...we’re going to be fucking trouble.”  The thought of you and him, makes you speed up your pace, loving the change of his breathing with every motion on top of him.  Feeling like his queen as you ride him, and his face shows exactly how you’re making him feel.  He might be a master manipulator, but in this moment, you own this man that evokes so much fear and respect.

Speeding up even more as you search for that release.  “Want you to fill me up.” Your voice breathless, and he can only smile.  Eyebrows furrowing with the anticipation of the oncoming orgasm.

“Feel you squeezing me so tight.  Want you to let go.”  The gentle movements of his hands cause your head to tilt back with your eyes closed tightly, and then his fingers pinch your nipples.  “Cum.” His grip tightens and you feel yourself gush all over him.  His seeds spurting deeply in your cunt.  The warmth of him nearly making you cum again.  Your body trembles as you come down from your high.

Falling down on top of him, Robert’s fingers brush on your back.  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.  But we’re going to have to go over some rules.” “What type of rules are these?” you curiously ask.

“First rule...you’re mine.  I’m not big on sharing.  And you will get a divorce, or I will kill him.”

“What’s the second rule?”

“If I continue, you’re stuck with me.  So what will it be?”