Masochist
There was nothing more fun than making your boyfriend beg for forgiveness.
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Warnings: I LOVE reducing big men to whimpers 😮💨 This is filthy please read with caution! Minors DNI!!! Smut!! Unprotected p in v, teasing, edging, handcuffs, sub-ish man, talk of head injury for 3 seconds, handjob, cream pie, talk of safe word but never used, feet stuff also for like 3 seconds, older woman (like mid 20s)
You were fucking pissed. Not only did he listen to your concerns over his safety and laugh about them, he decided that tonight would be the perfect night to start a line brawl. You watched the television, mouth agape while Lian was beating the breaks off of some Oilers forward. One blink and your boyfriend was spinning on his skates and throwing punches with a defenseman, a crowd forming around the two men as they traded punches.
You had lectured Lian before he left tonight that after the last scrum, which forced him onto concussion protocol, he needed to chill out on the fighting. You worried that too many hits to the head could seriously mess him up and you explained as much. The issue, however, is that Lian is 21 and at this age, he felt invincible knowing that he was a big, strong guy and he could hold his own. After you finished explaining your concerns, he simply huffed out a laugh and ruffled your hair.
“Müüsli little mouse, do not worry so much! I am a big man, I can handle myself.”
Your mood was severely soured by his comments and you let him know as much when he came to kiss you good-bye and you refused to kiss him back, lips becoming an immovable force. He left, shaking his head and chuckling to himself because there was no way he would actually get hurt during a fight. Hockey was a physical sport and he had a part to play in ensuring his teammates could do their jobs without interruption.
The game had started normally and honestly by most standards, wasn’t very physical. During the third period, however, a dirty hit was thrown towards Robertson which knocked him to the ice, blood flowing from his nose and staining the ice a dark red. Lian immediately stopped in his tracks, snow flying up from his skates as he zeroed in on the player who threw the hit and charged towards him after the whistle. Could you blame him? No. Could you still be upset? Absolutely. Once everyone was pulled apart, Lian was handed a 5 minute major and a game misconduct. The game was in its closing minutes but the smug little smirk he gave to the fans while walking towards the tunnel made you want to rip your hair out. Because while yes, it was so fucking hot to see him fight and get cocky about it, you still felt anger at the total flagrant dismissal of your concerns.
Shutting the tv off, you pulled out your phone and saw that Lian had already texted you.
Lian ❤️: Don’t be too upset müüsli, I did not mean to start trouble today 😟
You ground your teeth and turned your phone off, throwing it to the end of the couch and got up, stomping towards your shared bedroom. He needed to learn that actions had consequences and there was no one that could be more cruel than you.
Lian walked through the door of the apartment, sighing heavily as he dumped his duffle bag onto the floor and locked up for the night. He knew he was in for it when he got home as you left his text on read and that was not something you ever did. He didn’t mean to not take your concerns seriously and he knew an apology was owed, but tonight he simply had to stick up for his teammates. He walked quietly to the bedroom and saw the door was closed but the light was on and as he went to turn the handle, he found it unable to turn. Trying one more time, he sighed heavily, realizing the issue. You had locked him out.
Gently rapping his bruised knuckles on the door, the wood unforgiving against his sore hand, he called out “my love? Are you okay in there?”
Lian heard footsteps shuffling along the carpet as a shadow appeared, splitting the light spilling out from the bottom of the door in two.
“Hi,” you spoke, voice soft and unassuming.
Your boyfriend grabbed at the door handle again, jigging the metal to no avail. “What is the meaning of this? I know you are upset my love, I am so sorry. Please let me in.”
You smirked from behind the door before schooling your face, “I have one request before I can let you in.” It was hard to keep the giddiness from your voice because you could just imagine to look on his face right now, confusion making his brows scrunch together and his tongue peeking out of his lips. You know he probably looked adorable right now but you had to be strong.
“Anything my love. Your wish is my command.”
You laughed, the tension of the situation loosening at his comment. His laughter filtered through the door and you could tell him was breathing a sigh of relief, assuming you weren’t going to punish him too bad if you were letting him joke like this.
He heard you shuffle around, your shadow disappearing for a breath before it reappeared. He heard your knees crack while you squatted down, pushing a black piece of fabric underneath the door. He made a mental note to make fun of you for your knees cracking because you’re old. Everyone adult is old to a 21 year old.
Lian tilted his head to the side and picked up the fabric lying in front of his feet. Standing to his full height, he felt the cool silk between his fingers and twisted it around, looking for anything he could be missing.
As if reading his mind, you spoke again, muffled through the door, “put it on.”
He let out an inquisitive hum, not understanding what you were asking.
“Around your eyes, baby. I have a surprise for you.”
The confusion bled into excitement, hoping that this was a reward for not only winning tonight but getting a goal. “Yes ma’am!” He spread the fabric out and quickly brought it up to his eyes, allowing the cloth to settle on his face as he tied a knot at the back. “Finished!”
You grinned, absolutely loving his ignorant enthusiasm. You unlocked the door, the click echoing through the hallway as you cracked it open, peaking around to ensure he was telling the truth. After seeing the blindfold on, you opened the door the rest of the way and stepped into the hallway, the click of your heels now apparent on the hardwood floor, no longer being muted by the plush carpet in the bedroom. Lian’s ears perked up, hearing the sound and smirking as he knew exactly what shoes made that noise.
Last year while visiting Switzerland during the off season, the two of you were wandering around the various shops in Zurich when you passed a local shoe store. In the large display window sat the most beautiful pair of heels you had ever seen. A 3 inch skinny heel with delicate black silk ties running up the mannequin’s calf, every couple of inches being adorned with hanging rhinestones that shined bright under the fluorescent lighting. You had gasped aloud, stopping dead in your tracks and stared at the shoes. There had been very few times Lian had seen you openly want anything as you were a relatively simple and independent woman. If you wanted something, you worked hard to obtain it and did not allow yourself to buy things that you deemed impractical or over-the-top.
Seeing you ogle those shoes, he knew that while you would never ask for them, you would spend the rest of the trip thinking of the way the cool rhinestones would feel on your legs or what color you would paint your toenails to match when you got to wear them out. He came back the night before the two of you were set to fly home and bought them, asking the saleswoman to wrap the box in a plain brown paper, hoping to keep it inconspicuous so you wouldn’t think to ask what was inside.
When all of your luggage had been unpacked and the two of you had settled back in to your normal routines, he surprised you the evening you returned home from your first day back to work. Your jaw dropped and you shrieked, jumping into his arms and attacking his face with kiss after kiss. After dinner, you wore nothing but those shoes and fucked him all night long.
The memory made him shiver, his cock twitching to life against his leg while he thought of the way your knees met your chest because you wanted to make sure he could see his gift fully on display.
Your touch gliding along his back brought him back to the present as you circled him like a shark, slow steps echoing before coming to a stop behind him. Your hand lifted to the knot tied at the back of his head and you tugged, ensuring it was tight before you continued your plan. You leaned in, your lips right beside his ear, and whispered, “I’m going to grab your hand. Just follow me, okay?”
“Okay.”
You moved out from behind Lian’s large body and grabbed his hand, gently tugging him into the bedroom and leading him towards the bed. You looked down and could see he was already turned on, the suit pants he was wearing visibly tightening as the fabric stretched over his growing bulge. Approaching the bed, you stopped and let your hand rest on his chest, bringing him to a halt. You spun him around, letting the back of his knees meet the mattress.
“I want you to sit on the edge of the bed.”
Lian nodded his head as he sat, his feet still meeting the floor because his legs were a mile long. You dropped to the floor, your knees sinking into the carpet as you let your hands rest on his knees. Your nails lightly scratching a path downwards towards his feet. You moved slowly, untying his shoes and gently pulling them off, doing the same with his socks. Continuing, you moved back to a standing position, your hands moving up along his body, across his abdomen and chest until you met his shoulders. You peeled his jacket off and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, making sure to keep your movements slow to build up the tension already in the air.
Lian was growing impatient, his foot slowly shaking in anticipation but he knew better than to rush you. If he thought you were too slow now, you could move at a snails pace if pressed. He kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself, awaiting further instruction. He loved when you got like this. While he was typically the one taking control in the bedroom, after a hard fought game it was nice to give up control and just feel. Sliding his shirt down his arms and tossing it to the floor, your hands fell to his belt, unbuckling it and pulling the leather from the loops.
The closer you got to his bulge, the heavier he breathed, chest heaving because all he could think about was how his cock was so hard that it’s borderline fucking painful. Your fingers finally unbuttoned his dress pants and the zipper immediately flew down as the pressure was released and his bulge had room to breathe. You giggled and gripped the waistband of his boxers and dress pants, swiftly tugged them down. When his cock was finally free and slapped up towards his stomach, Lian felt so relieved he could cry.
Leaving the pants on the floor, you stood back up and gripped his shoulders, the skin firm beneath your fingertips as you leaned in and nibbled the shell of his ear. “I want you to scoot back up to the headboard.”
He shuddered and obeyed embarrassingly fast, scooting himself backwards blindly until he met the resistance of the metal bars that made up the headboard. Taking the chance before he got too restless, you followed his path, handcuffs held tight in your hands as to not make a sound.
“No touching,” you purred, needing his hands to stay by his side. You moved and straddled his hips, his hard-on resting on your panty covered pussy. You could feel the damp fabric sticking to your lips, soaking through the lace and leaving you sensitive. Lian felt this too as he groaned and let his head fall back, thudding against the drywall. You grabbed his wrist and brought it back towards the headboard, holding on with one hand while your other hand opened the handcuffs quickly and slapped it on his wrist, securing it around the bars of the headboard.
Lian felt the cool metal on his wrist and immediately knew he fucked up. You had played him for a fool and he fell right into your trap. His eyes flew open, meeting nothing but the blackness of the blindfold. By the time he knew what was going on you had already cuffed his other wrist and finished locking it to the headboard as well.
“Well, that was easier than I thought!” Your voice was back to your normal tone and volume, a stark contrast to the sultry whispers you had been using earlier to lure him into a false sense of security. His fists clenched as he started testing the strength of the cuffs, trying to pull his arms forward to no avail. His biceps looked delicious, the veins popping out from the exertion and the muscles in his arms flexing.
“Baby…. uh what are you doing?” He asked, voice taking on a nervous tone as he gave an awkward smile, eventually fading into a grimace at the silence that met his question.
You moved to take off his blindfold, no longer needing it to hide your true plan. Lian squinted as the lights flooded the darkness he had been accustomed to for the past 10 minutes. His pupils constricted at the influx of light and as he adjusted, his eyes zeroed in on your body kneeling next to him. You looked fucking stunning.
After Lian’s stunt earlier, the plan to make him pay began falling into place. The cuffs were step one but your outfit was step two. Sliding off the bed, you gave a slow twirl so your boyfriend could see every single inch of your body that he couldn’t touch.
You were wearing perhaps the world’s shortest black leather skirt, the bottom of your ass cheeks peaking out. His eyes lifted upwards to see your tits covered by a black lace bralette, your cleavage begging to spill out of the cups. The lace was sheer, allowing Lian to look at your tight nipples, sensitive from rubbing against the lace. Your hair was split down the middle and pulled back into low pigtails that allowed the soft loose curls to flow down your back. Your makeup was soft, consisting of a delicate winged liner and a dusty rose colored lipgloss that left your lips shiny and plump.
His eyes finally fell to your legs, precome leaking from his tip at the sight he saw, his jaw falling open on a groan. Garters rested on the middle of your thighs, matching the black lace of your bralette and connecting to a belt that you had on under your skirt. Right below your knees the twisting ribbons of the heels began, winding around your calves and to your ankles. His eyes landed on your toes, painted a victory green color as they peaked through the opening. To be honest, the only reason Lian was able to keep it together and not come on the spot was due to the fact that he was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Hi,” you giggled as you ran your hands down your stomach and rested them on your hips. You schooled your face and looked into his eyes, as you asked one question before you could really begin. “What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Martini.”
You grinned and stepped towards the bed slowly, allowing your hands to rest low on his abdomen. “Do you know why I have you handcuffed to the bed?”
“Yes.” His voice had taken on a deep, gravelly pitch and you felt your stomach warm at the sound.
“And what am I going to do to you?” you cooed. Your voice was sweet, dripping in condescension as you took in his naked body. He was still pulling against his restraints, praying that the cuffs would break and allow him freedom to rip your skirt off and fuck you senseless. You had planned on this and made sure to buy legit handcuffs, strong enough that they were unable to be cut by anything other than an electric saw.
“You’re going to punish me.”
You grinned, leaning forward and lifting your hands to his face and pinching his cheeks. “Such a smart boy, baby!”
Leaning back from his body, you lifted your knee onto the bed and pulled yourself up, crawling to a spot between his legs. Making yourself comfortable, you rested on your elbows and let your body lie between his spread legs, head facing the end of bed and nearly hanging over. You spread your legs slowly, your feet lifting over his calves and resting on the outside of his leg, your knees bent.
Lian’s eyes followed your movements and as you rested in your position, he looked in between your legs and saw your covered pussy, lace obscuring his view. Smirking, you ran the tip of your middle finger along your slit, slow and gentle before grabbing the gusset of your panties and pulling it to the side, allowing him to see you fully. Your lips were spread and your clit was already sensitive and swollen, turned on beyond belief at having a your typically dominant boyfriend cuffed to the bed. Your arousal was pooling at your entrance and beginning to leak down towards your ass. Keeping your eyes on him, you let your panties fall back into place so you could use your hands to grip the waistband and pull them off slowly down to your ankles, leaving yourself bare. Your underwear hung delicately on your ankle and you kicked the panties up onto his chest before spreading your legs again. Your middle finger slid against your slit, wetness gathering on the digit before gliding across your clit. You sighed gently, your stomach already fuzzy from the scene in front of you. Swirling your middle finger on your clit, you let your other hand spread your lips, allowing him to see everything. You clenched around nothing and moaned when you saw his eyes transfixed on your dripping center.
“Feels so good Lian,” you whimpered, eyes big and pupils dilated when you looked up to him. Your hips started rocking up into your hand, chasing the pleasure. You snuck your middle finger and ring finger into your pussy, breath skittering out of you because of how good it felt. “Wish it was your fingers björn,” you moaned, breathy and light, “your hands are so big, always filling me up so good.”
Lian choked on a moan, “just unlock these handcuffs and I’ll fuck you with my fingers for as long as you want.”
How long were you going to torture him? You looked so fucking sinful right now and it was driving him insane that he couldn’t feel your soft, warm walls around his tongue, his fingers, his cock. Your clit was so pink and swollen, just begging for his lips to suck it, firm just the way you like it. He wants your hands in his hair, your wetness dripping from his beard and you were deliberately depriving him of it.
His chest was heaving, rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re going to kill me baby,” he whimpered as his hips thrusted upwards once, trying to get any stimulation to relieve the pressure building up in his stomach.
“No, I don’t think that’s what I’m trying to do,” you moaned, “I mean, you’re a big man. Didn’t you say earlier that you could take care of yourself?” You kept your tone flirty and seductive as you slowly pumped your fingers into your pussy. Pulling your fingers out, you sat up and wiped the wetness from your fingers onto the tip of his cock. Lian whimpered at the sudden stimulation before it was quickly ripped away when you laid back again. His breath hitched when you raised your heel covered right foot and rested it on the underside of his cock, precome mixing with your slick to leak from the tip of his dick and onto the leather sole of the shoe. You flexed your foot inwards causing his length to twitch forward towards his stomach. His eyes shifted from your wet pussy to your lotioned legs to your tits, watching with rapt attention as you teased him. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple while he began to pull at his restraints again, praying to anyone that could hear him that they would snap.
“I’m so sorry my love, I-“ his words cut off into a moan when you allowed the sole of your shoe to move up along his shaft and descend down again, your movements slow and steady.
“Pardon?” You smirked. You could not keep the fake sympathy from flooding your voice, your lips tugging down into a pout. “Could you repeat that? I didn’t quite catch it.” You moved your foot from his cock and pushed yourself up and crawled up to his lap but never allowed yourself to sit. You didn’t want to give him any type of relief so you let your hips hover over his lap as you leaned your ear closer to his mouth.
“Baby, please,” he whimpered as his eyes shut and his head leaned back, “I am so sorry for not taking your concerns seriously.”
Deciding that this was a good start, you let your hips sink down, nestling his cock between your thick thighs. The lace of your garters rubbed his length so deliciously that he almost saw stars. Lian was prepared to give you anything and everything you asked for. You wanted an island? He’d buy you an island. You wanted a new house? He’ll give you a blank check. His eyes were fixated on where you two joined, slick shining all over his lap.
“Go on.”
“I was being selfish and—“, his words died on his tongue as his cheeks were now sandwiched between your hand while you clicked your tongue.
“I don’t think it’s polite to apologize and not look at me. Do you?”
Lian’s eyes flew open as a look of shock overtook his face, his head shaking quickly. “No! No it is not polite baby. I’m sorry.”
You smirked, dropping your hands from his face and rolling your hips, just once, as a reward. A soft moan fell from his lips as he kept his eyes locked on you, staying still so you wouldn’t take away the touches you had finally started giving him.
“I’m sorry for not listening to you baby. I was being selfish and stubborn,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady so you knew this was a real apology. While the torture was fucking sinful, he really did mean every word he was saying. This wasn’t just him trying to get his dick wet, even though that was a huge benefit, he felt awful for the way he dismissed you earlier and he was thinking about what he said to you all night.
Relationships were about give and take, active listening, and compromise. Lian was so in love with you and he knew you were his future, but so was hockey. He didn’t want the two things he held so dearly to him to create a divide that would be hard to fix. “You are my whole word müüsli, there is no problem too difficult for us to solve. I have taken your concerns to heart,” he said.
“Do you promise we can talk after this?” You asked, eyes big and glassy when you looked at him, his words soothing the wound on your heart from earlier.
He gave a gentle smile and nodded, “anything for you.”
Goddamnit. Here you are, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap with his cock in between your thighs and his wrists cuffed to the bed, and now you had tears pricking your eyes.
“I was so prepared to be mad at you for the rest of the night. Ugh, now what do I do?” You groaned teasingly, resting your palms on his chest and your forehead against his.
He murmured lowly, “I told you earlier that I could handle myself. Let us put that to the test, yes?”
You grinned, what a little masochist he was. You knew he loved this shit. Sliding off of his lap and landing on the floor, you let your arms cross and slipped your fingers under the band of your bralette. You pulled the lace up and threw it to the ground, tits finally falling free as your skirt and garter belt quickly found the floor next. Fuck going slow, you needed him now.
There was no better outfit Lian had ever seen than what you had on now, which was basically nothing but two little bands on your thighs and those fucking heels. His eyes never stopped on one spot for long before they started roaming again. His breath stuttered as he saw your pussy glisten in the low light, arousal leaking out and coating your inner thighs.
“You are playing dirty, baby,” he growled, mad at himself that he told you to continue your teasing. God, he wished he had asked you to uncuff him but he wasn’t thinking.
“That was the plan,” you whispered, biting your lip and letting your hands slowly slip to your tits. You let your fingers roam the skin, your nails lightly scraping against your hardened nipples before you cupped your breasts. You moaned, head lolling to the side as you let your hands massage the sensitive skin, thumbs teasing the undersides. This was still meant to be a punishment so you never let your eyes stray from his, making sure he saw just how turned on you were. Leaving your right hand to stay on your right breast, your left hand moved down your abdomen and landed on your pubic mound, your fingers just barely brushing the soft hair there. Dipping two fingers between your swollen lips, you gathered the slick there and brought your hand back up, fingers sticky. You stepped towards Lian, still lying helplessly and let your wet fingers wrap around his cock. He gasped at the feeling, his length visibly twitching in response.
“You’re so sensitive today, honey. Is my big man feeling needy?” You cooed at him, slowly jerking him before you leaned over and spit on his length, allowing your hand to glide smoothly over him.
“I need you so bad, baby. Want to feel your pussy wrapped around me,” he whined, voice going up an octave while he thrusted into your palm. His head was so fuzzy with the feeling of your hands on his skin and he felt his orgasm build embarrassingly quickly.
“I think you can do better than that,” you purred and let go of him, scratching your nails down his thick thighs. “I want to hear you beg.”
Lian whimpered and felt his eyes sting slightly as he was reaching the point of being overstimulated from just your nails on his body. Your name came out as an exasperated sigh while he continued tugging at the cuffs, the chains clinking and ringing against the headboard.
“Honey, please. I need to feel you around me. Want to feel your tits in my mouth, want your pussy on my face, I want anything you’ll give me.” His voice cracked at the end, throat clogging with desperation as your fingers traced back up his thighs and brushed against the plush skin on his pelvis. You were so close to where he needed you, just move your hand a little bit—“oh fuck!” He cried out while your hand wrapped around him, wrist jerking upwards once before you let go.
“Please, baby. I’ll do anything. I’ll cook, I’ll clean, I’ll pay every bill for the rest of your life, I just need you to touch me,” he whimpered, voice taking on the tone of a child being told ‘no’ after asking for a new toy. He was already in the bargaining stage and honestly, you felt high from the power that your touch had on him.
Biting your lip, you crawled back onto the bed and settled on his lap again, your wet pussy just mere centimeters away from his throbbing hard-on. You tilted your hips slowly, careful not to move too much.
“If you try anything I swear I’ll stop,” you warned. His cock twitched upwards, tapping your slit light as a feather. You narrowed your eyes but his eyes were already wide in a panic as the words fell out of his mouth in a rapid pace. “No, please baby! That wasn’t on purpose. I promised I would be good! Please don’t stop.” You rolled your eyes and conceded to his explanation.
You let your hips move in closer to his leaking tip, allowing it to lightly touch your folds again, his precome mixing with your slick and leaving strings of your mixed arousals in the space between you. By this point, you were so wet it was embarrassing. Having a big man like this crying for your pussy is the hottest thing you can think of, completely at your mercy. You were ready for him to do some work now, you had teased him long enough.
Sitting fully on lap, your ass meeting his big thighs and his cock resting in between your warm, wet lips, you leaned in to kiss him as his mouth was open on a moan. Moving slowly, you moved your tongue into his mouth and explored him while he moved in symmetry, breathing labored when you rocked your hips.
You pulled back, so sensitive that just your nipples rubbing against his chest made your body twitch and shudder. “I’m going to uncuff you and then you’re going to fuck me so hard that I can’t remember my name,” you whispered, voice husky as you worked to catch your breath.
“I would do anything you asked me to.”
“I know,” you smirked as you leaned to the night side table and grabbed the keys to the cuffs and started to unlock them. As soon as the last pair was off, he stretched his arms and rubbed his wrists, knowing he still needed to ask for permission to touch you.
“Let me make you feel good müüsli, please” he panted, voice hopeful that you would let him, hopeful that this wasn’t another cruel tease. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears from overstimulation and frustration. He needed to touch you soon, feel you soon or he was going to cry real tears. Lian couldn’t remember the last time he was so worked up that he was ready to beg on his knees if that’s what you wanted.
You nodded your head while looking in his eyes and he immediately grabbed your hips and flipped you over, back meeting the sheets while Lian wasted no time in spreading your legs wide and hooking your calves over his shoulders. Taking himself in his hands, he gripped his base and slapped at your clit a few times, giving the neglected bud some delicious stimulation and before you even realized it, he pushed his way inside of you, the stretch making your toes curl and your back bow. You both let out sighs of relief and contentment as he sat still for a couple of beats, basking in the feeling of you finally wrapped around him. Not even getting the chance to ask him to move, he began thrusting his hips slow but hard, knocking the breath out of you with each thrust.
“Lian, fuck you feel so good—ah!” You moaned, cut off by his hips rocking into you at a quickened pace. He couldn’t wait any longer, the teasing had wound him up so tightly that he needed to make you cum now because he was only going to last 5 minutes max. Your eyes were half lidded when you looked up to him, lip between your teeth to keep yourself from screaming while your tits bounded from the force of his hips rutting into you. Your juices began leaking onto his balls, the base of his cock covered with a creamy ring of the pent up sexual frustration you experienced from your earlier teasing. While this was meant to torture him, you weren’t unaffected either.
Lian cursed low, a mixture of Swedish and English falling from his lips while he continued his assault on your cunt. His hands gripped your hips so tightly that he was able to feel your hipbones beneath the fat that typically cushioned the area. No matter how long he played tonight or how tired and sore he felt, there was no way he could slow down. Your tightness was intoxicating, the way your pussy was squeezing him was drawing every single thought out of his head besides more.more.more.more.
You had given up on being quiet and cried out as he bent forward, causing your knees to sit at your ears while he fucked you hard enough to feel him in your stomach. You looked away from his face and down your body, watching the way his cock was splitting you open. Your back arched, tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts as his hand moved to your clit and circled slowly. Your moan was broken as your eyes met his while his thumb continued moving slow over the swollen bud and his lips met your nipple, licking the pebbled skin.
“Björn bear, I’m gonna come please don’t stop,” you whined out pathetically. Gone was the dominant woman who could tease a man so much he cried because at this moment, the tears were filling the inner corners of your eyes. After two more thrusts, you had fallen apart, back arching as you came. Your mouth was open on a silent scream, a squeak coming out before multiple beats of silence. Your eyes were squeezed tightly and you saw stars dancing in the darkness. You tried shutting your legs but his big body made it impossible. Your moans reverberated throughout the room, loud enough it bordered on a scream as your walls clenched down hard around his length. Lian felt your cunt pulse around his cock and looked down at where you two were joined just in time to see the splash of your arousal cover his pelvis. That was it for him, the feeling of you coming on his cock and seeing the evidence of your pleasure on his lap took the breath out of him and he thrusted one last time, deep enough to touch your cervix and he came. Lian’s body had seized and his muscles tightened as he emptied rope after rope of come. After the initial dam burst, Lian lazily thrusted into you, riding as his orgasm as you did the same, his thumb still sweeping your clit. Your body loosened as your orgasm drifted away, leaving you boneless and sinking into the bed.
Lian let out one last groan and fell onto you, being careful to catch himself before he accidentally crushed you. His cock stayed nestled inside, plugging the come from leaking out. You whimpered softly, the aftershocks still causing your pussy to twitch and your walls to flutter, making Lian choke out a curse.
After a few minutes of silence and catching his breath, the silence was broken. “I really am sorry müüsli. You are my world and I value your opinions. I do not want you to stop telling me what you think,” Lian spoke, soft words brushing against your ear. His head snuggled into the side of your neck as you sat with his words.
“I know, björn. I forgive you,” you replied while your nails lightly scratched up and down his back. He shuddered, the pleasure still warm in his stomach from his earlier orgasm and the tingling that followed your nails on his skin. Lian let out a content sigh, his body melting into yours while his come slowly trickled down your thighs and he softened inside of you.
“You do know that you are going to be my personal servant for the next week, right?” You hummed, “gotta make it up to me somehow.”
“I expected nothing less. Let me start by getting you cleaned up,” he murmured into your ear, warm breath tickling the side of your neck.
You groaned, not wanting to move from the warmth and comfort of your cocoon. “Carry me?”
Lian chuckled and pulled his head back to look into your eyes, “do I have a choice?”
“I think you know what my answer will be.”
He grinned, “I think you know that there is nothing else I would rather do.”
