#djsmut

A/N- well fuck babes, this made my week when you sent this. You know I have so many hoe thoughts of Andy, just like @andybarberslxt does. 

You should have known that this is where you were going to end up when he came home that night. 

Standing at the kitchen counter, you were putting the finishing touches on your salad, your knife rocking back and forth through the cucumber when he walked in and got a beer from the fridge. “What's for dinner Love?” He questioned as he screwed off the top and tossed it away. 

“Roast chicken and salad.” you remark as he set down his bottle, walking around the counter and his hands slide over your hips, letting his face press against your neck. You were mildly surprised to feel his groin rubbing in your ass, but then you recalled he won his case today and smirked. Looking over your shoulder with arched brows, you pressed back slightly. “So... Really good day?” 

His hand went from your hips to rub at your cunt through your pants, growling as his other hand went to grasp lightly at your throat, kissing just below your ear. “Sure did Honey, you know what that means.” Your thighs clamped around his hand, starting to feel a pool of slick starting, a soft whimper escaping and a dark chuckle coming from him when he realized it clicked for you. Oh, OH. This would be a fun night indeed. 

So now here you were, kneeling on the bed with slightly spread thighs, a pair of police-grade handcuffs that Andy brought home years ago, binding your arms behind you. Wedged between your teeth was a belt, actually his belt from today. Andy liked seeing you helpless, bound and gagged before him. And sure enough he was kneeling opposite of you, now wearing just open slacks, bare-chested, one hand fisted in your hair and the remains of the belt at the back of your head. 

“You were dripping right through dinner weren't you?” Andy asked, and you whimpered slightly, rocking your hips slightly at his words. What he said was true, after knowing he would fuck you up like this, you couldn't help your excitement. Dipping his free hand in between to where your slick was built, his fingers spreading it further. Pressure on your clit and when that made you shudder, he smirked. “Just like I thought, couldn't help yourself.” Removing his hand and slicking his finger along your lips, and you moaned, unable to move your tongue around the belt to collect that taste. 

Andy though sucked off his fingers to finish cleaning them, a rumble rolling through his chest when he pulled his fingers away and reached into his slacks pockets, and pulled out a small silver bullet. He leaned forward and turned on the small vibrator, and slid it down your neck, and along your collar bone. When he first let it circle around your breast and slide over the nipple, you arched into it, whining again. You snap your thighs shut as another rush of slick escapes. 

“Did I tell you to shut them thighs? I dont think so Sweetheart.” Andys voice dripped darkly, and a light pinch made you squeal softly, shifting your hips to slide your thighs back open. The bullet traveled down your fluttering stomach, and over your thighs. Your eyes were searching for his gaze. Please Andy, fuck! Coming out muffled moans pleading, your cunt was so slick, and throbbing, and now it was torture to feel these vibrations everywhere but where you wanted them. 

Andy let his hand slide to the inside of your thighs, they were sticky with your arousal, the vibrator slipping between folds, and you would think you would sink into it, its what you wanted. But it made you jolt, almost trying to escape it. Your channel trying to tighten around anything. Andy moved it up and down, but when he reached your clit, he pressured it against the nerves, making you scream from around the belt. Tears pricking at your eyes and rolling your hips. But he just twisted his hand to follow, your whimpers becoming pleading till he pulled away and you loosened. “Look at you, all a mess just from that?” Tugging your head back further, and kissing the corner of your mouth and sliding his tongue over your lips, collecting that taste off you. 

Then he did it again, this time fingers sliding into your entrance, immediately clenching around him and gyrating yourself into his palm with an urgency that the bullet had built in you, fucking yourself hard with jarring thrusts on his hand. And you were getting there, so close, so fucking close when Andy yanked his hand and the bullet away, leaving you whining and crying at the loss, your body screaming that he had done that. Humping nothing but air, you slowed down. 

“What's wrong sweetheart?” Andy taunted as he grasped your chin to hold you still, loosening the belt and hold in your hair, removing it from your mouth. “Thought you said you could take it. I haven't even fucked you yet. Not properly anyway.” 

“Fuck, will you now Andy? Please?” You squirm yourself, pleading eyes looking up at your husband, and he crashes his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away and stuffing his fingers into your mouth, making you close your lips tightly around them and suck them clean once more. Rolling your tongue over and around them, breathing sharply from your nose. “Fucking hell Baby, that tongue of yours. Bring a man to his knees.” the slivers of blue twinkling in the dark at you. “But not tonight.” 

Andy was quick to twist you away from him, and his hand clasped the back of your neck, pushing your face into the pillows, your ass arching into the air as he hovered over you, hand swatting at your ass that rocked back against him. “Perfect. Just how I wanted to see you.” He lapped up your neck and kissed your shoulder, then shifted back to rub his cock between your folds. Your bound hands nestled in against the small of your back and he grabbed a hold of them, when he thrust harshly into you, your head straining back with a hiss at how good that thick cock just forced into you. 

There was no gentleness left in him. Andy jerked your body till your head was burying into those pillows you diligently fluffed up every day, ruining your comforter till it balled up all around you. Your wrists burning the way he jerked that chain back, your ass slapping back against his groin, crying into the pillows at the way his cock slammed into your dripping cunt. Fuck at this rate you weren't going to last, your fingers dug into your palm, and you twisted your face to muffle fully in the pillows, so your screams wouldn't wake anyone in the house. 

“Cum all over my cock, show me how much messier you can get Sweetheart.” He grunted between slaps of your ass against him, and you clenched around him, so fucking close. Tears streamed into the pillow, and you bit down as your cunt started to milk him, begging for him to fill you with his seed. Grunts turned into cursing above you and he slammed into you one last time when hot spurts shot into you and his body slammed over your back, threatening to crush you, leaving you sobbing into the pillow, his breathing ragged against your shoulder, and biting down on you. 

After a few moments, you lifted your head to take in a dragging breath and whimpered out. “Andy? Babe... I really cant feel my hands.” You could feel him pinning them between your back and his stomach. He to lifted his head, this time a kiss was placed on your cheek, actually gentle. His hands planted on each side of you and lifted his body off you, pulling out of you and moving to the night stand to grab the handcuffs keys. “You okay Honey?” he asked as he moved up beside you and undid the handcuffs, setting them off to the side and rubbed your arms and helped you sit up. You winced at the ache of them, and nodded. 

“Im good.” you stated as he moved you to lean back against his chest, as he sat against the headboard, his hands roaming up and down your arms to relieve the tension. Tilting your head up to study him for a moment. “So next case... Im picking how you restrain me. I let you have these past two times.” 

Andy barked out a laugh, letting his hand wrap around your neck suddenly, squeezing just a bit smirking against your temple as you whimper at him. “Now now sweetheart, do you think you really get to make demands when we know whos in charge here?”