#mean!dom

Promotion season finally came. Magazines came begging Tom to be on the front cover upon his Oscar buzz. Tom loved Cherry, and anything he could do to boost and promote the movie, he would do.

Esquire came knocking at his door asking him to be the cover for the March issue. Next thing you knew, you had to painfully watch as your boyfriend suited up in exquisite attire and pose for the camera. It wasn’t fair. 

The tight clothing hugged his body, muscles poking through teasing you constantly. Every chance you got, your hands wandered his body, tracing, grazing any skin that they could. Tom noticed your needy behaviour, and he wasn’t impressed.

You knew you fucked up when you arrived back home. You were pressed up against the wall, his thick fingers wrapped around your neck applying a light pressure. Eyes pleaded your case as you tried to convince him you were good- that you would be good.

“Oh hush. Do you think I’m stupid? I know what day it is. I know what you want me to do. Such a needy brat. Want me to fuck a baby into you isn’t it?”

You whimpered, caught red handed. When Tom mentioned wanting a baby last month, your hormones had been going into overdrive. The thought having his kid was overwhelming.

“She can’t even answer me. C’mon little girl. Use those pretty lips for something else than sucking my cock. Want me to put a baby into you isn’t it?”

“Yes, Tommy. Please.” You begged, confirming his suspicion. However, the grip on your neck grew tighter.

“Address me properly.” He growled, staring deep into your soul with dark, bloomed orbs.

“Yes. Daddy.”

A sly smirk appeared, approving your pathetic pleas. His hand left your throat and grabbed your own hand, pulling you towards the bedroom. Like a rag doll, he flung you onto the bed. “Undress.” He demanded as he began to remove his own clothing.

The ache between your thighs was extreme, something you’ve never experienced before. As soon as your panties were gone, his hand cupped your heat. “Fuck. So wet. Did I do this to you? Didn’t even touch you. Such a slut for me. Can use you wherever, because you are always ready to take my cock.” He teased, voice stern.

Two digits slipped into your soaked core effortlessly due to the immense arousal that was produced throughout the day. You moaned at the feeling of the stretch, toes curled as your hand grasped his forearm. “What is it? Not big enough? You want more is it? You are such a needy brat. Always need daddy’s cock.”

The tone of his speech made you feel small, weak. He had complete control of your body- and you loved it. “Yes daddy. Please I want your cock.” You battered your eyelids as you spoke, hoping he would fall for into your trap.

Curling his fingers, he knew exactly where your spot was, causing you to cry out. “Awh baby. I’m not stupid like you when it comes to sex. I don’t act like a bitch in heat. Your pretty eyes doesn’t fix what you did today. Understood?” He asserted, thumb drawing gentle circles on your throbbing clit.

You nodded, eyes shut tight as the pleasure began to take over. “I shouldn’t even be fucking you.” He repeated to emphasise how upset he was with your behaviour.

“I’ll be good daddy! I’ll be good I promise.” You whined, his fingers moving with accuracy and pace, hitting all the right places and stimulating all the right spots.

“Oh darling. C’mon, good girls don’t lie. You’ll always be a brat. Hmm, but maybe if I fill you up, your dumb cockslut brain will learn how to behave.” He hissed, removing his hand from between your legs to spank your inner thigh.

The cry that tried to escaped was muffled by his wet covered fingers that demanded entry. Gladly, you relaxed your jaw, letting the digits slip into your mouth. You sucked hard, as if it was his cock. Cleaning up every last drop.

“Fucking pathetic but so pretty my girl is.” He praised, positioning himself between your legs, his red tip prodding at your entrance. You hollowed your cheeks, eyes glistening as you gazed up at him with wide, doe eyes.

“Still so innocent, even when you are gagging on my fingers.”

You blushed at the comment but you couldn’t even thank him before his cock sank into your heat. Walls engulfed every inch. He hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, adjusting the position to one that would let him go viscously and unimaginably deep.

His fingers had left your mouth, mounted beside you on the bed, supporting him as his member travelled deeper into you. “Fuck. Too much.” You cried, his tip grazing your cervix.

“This is what you wanted. You can fucking take it. Just like you take it every other single time. My best girl.”

Your body burned, his cock filling you perfectly. He stayed there for a second, letting you adjust to his size. His hips slowly pulled back, to only collide against yours with immense force. He repeated this movement over and over again until you were a babbling mess below him.

You knew you’d have bruises in the morning as he furiously slammed against you. Skin on skin contact echoed throughout the room, you could hear your arousal coat his cock with every relentless, calculated thrust.

His face was red, veins bursting through his skin. Sweat covered his body, as he mercilessly pounded you into the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as intelligible mumbles and moans fell from your lips. You felt as if you were floating, rising higher and higher, climbing to heavens.

He continued to praise you, telling you how good you felt, how you were such a good girl. Everything you wanted and needed to hear in that moment.

“Rub your clit for me. Come on my cock darling. Wanna feel you.”

Weakly, you lifted a hand to your sensitive, neglected clit. Tom watched intently as you rubbed soft circles around the bud. He growled, slapping your tit making you gasp. “I said I wanted you to come. Is that how daddy would rub my clit? Fucking pathetic. I want you to be a fucking mess beneath me. Rub it properly or daddy will give you a ruined orgasm.” He sternly warned.

Using three digits, you began to stroke harsh, fast messy circles around your clit, causing your body to enter a frenzy. You screamed as your body arched up from the bed. Pleasure spreading through your body like a wildfire, clouding your senses. You couldn’t see, hear or feel. Everything numb. But his continuous and constant thrusts pulled you back to reality.

Tom watched as you lost control. Your walls clutched, squeezing his cock for dear life. “Fuck. So tight. Shit I’m gonna bust. Gonna fill this pretty cunt full of my seed. Gonna feel so full. Keep you happy.”

“Please, daddy. I want it.” You slurred, still experiencing your high.

Tom chanted his way to his high. “I know you want it baby. Fuck can’t wait to see you swollen with my kid growing inside you. Gonna look so perfect. I’m gonna take such good care of you darling. Fuckk.”

Tom hit his peak, cock deep within you, filling you with his cum. Your walls fluttered, squeezing every single drop out. Toms grunts and pants seemed to go on forever as he continued to empty into you. You felt so full, his cum seeping out due to the large amount poured into you.

He stayed there, letting your legs fall from his shoulders to the bed as he collapsed onto your chest. A euphoric buzz flowed through both your bodies, panting, trying to regain composure. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.” He chuckled, finally removing himself from your abused core.

“Tommy it’s leaking!” You exclaimed, body too weak to move off the bed.

“Oh that is a pretty sight.” He smirked, inspecting the scene between your quivering thighs. His fingers gathered the fallen substance before stuffing it back in causing your body to tense due to overstimulation.

He kissed your thighs, before returning to cuddle into your side. He placed a soft kiss on your temple, arms wrapping around you, holding you tight.

“Feel so full Tommy.” You mumbled.

extended warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mean!dom!tom, soft!dom!tom, toy usage, orgasm control, orgasm denial, daddy kink, spitting, slight bondage, brat taming?, punishment, spanking, marking, nipple clamp, dirty talk, praise, degradation, humiliation, slight dumbfication, one instance of face slapping, manhandling hints of ddgl (not really tho), major pain kink, sadistic!tom, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cum play, and a lil aftercare. that might be it?? not really sure tho :/

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The evening began soft and sweet. Gentle kisses placed on your shoulder as you cuddled to watch some crappy television. A little escape from Tom’s hectic reality. But the further the night proceeded, the quicker it escalated.

There you were, kneeling on the bed bare, thighs clenched as your heat grew wetter in anticipation. Tom leaned against the dresser, shamelessly admiring you. Eyes taking in every detail as he slowly undressed, leaving his lower end covered by his trousers. A whimper came from your fragile body as eyes traced his defined abdomen.

It was no secret Tom was fit. His rare Instagram thirst traps letting the public know of his godly physique. The only thing they were unaware of was that it was all yours. Every inch of skin belonged to you. From his curly locks to lean calves, it all was yours. His abs were chiselled as they contracted with every breath. Your eyes mindlessly glued to the sculpture before you.

Taking a few hasty steps towards you, the infamous black box in hand, you released a shaky breath. “Listen to each word carefully darling. I am going to take my sweet time with you. Make you a mess, just how I like it. All fucked out and gorgeous. But, if you aren’t going to be a good girl, I will punish you. You know the rules little one. Tell me our colour system.” He warned, his gazing touch over your cheek made you shiver.

“Red is for stop. Yellow, slow down. Green, go.”

Nodding in approval, his fingers laced into the roots of your hair, snatching it back to make you look at him. His eyes dark, dangerous but tempting. His dominant side taking over. “Good girl.” He smiled, loving how hopeless you looked before him. 

Placing the box on the mattress beside you, he used the free hand to clasp around your throat, adding pressure. Tom loved control, and you loved to be controlled. He dictated your breathing in that moment. The grasp made your mouth open slightly, body giving into the powerful touch. Leaning down his face hovered over yours, lips nearly touched as eyes locked. His hot breath mixed with yours as the air grew thicker.

Using his tongue, he gathered a ball of spit in his mouth before projecting it into yours with force. Most of it landed on your tongue, however some resonated on your lips. Resisting the urge to clean it, you watched Tom’s eyes focus on your tongue. “Close your mouth. You have better manners than that. Looking like a needy whore.” 

Lips pursed together, refusing to swallow the liquid that coated your wet muscle. “Awh, such a good girl. You can swallow. I know you want to.” He purred, his lips moving to your earlobe as you let the spit travel down your burning, raw throat. He bit at the soft tissue, displeased by your actions. “What do we say darling? I thought you said you were going to be good.”

“I am good, I’m sorry. Thank you daddy.” You apologised, his grip still tight.

He ran his tongue from your ear to sweet spot, a wet trail lingered on your skin. His lips went to work, sucking on the pleasurable spot that he knew all too well. Teeth tugged at the thin layer, ensuring a deep mark. You heard a rattling sound, his grip preventing you from moving to discover the cause. “Lay down.” He mumbled against you.

Falling onto your back, he retracted his touch, watching you pout at the action. He laughed at your neediness. He lowered his body, eyelevel with your aching core. Using one hand, he inspected the area. Thumb pulling at the outer fold to expose your seeping centre. A loud buzzing sound filled the room, heart skipping a beat at the familiar noise. The buzz was absorbed by the skin of your thighs as he traced the toy in a gentle circle. The vibrations dashing to your core, causing it to clench around nothing. Your legs began twitching, but you restrained yourself from closing them. Tom had his doubts.

“Barely fucking touched you and you wanna act like a brat. You can’t keep them pretty legs open for me. Legs spread now.” He demanded, turning off the toy.

Spread eagle, you saw him dig back into the box only to return with two silk ties. Using skills he gathered from a movie he had worked on, he tied an intricate knot that had an easy release around each of your ankles to the bed post. His eyes snapped up to meet yours. “Colour?”

“Green.”

He crawled back onto the bed, hoisting the box along with him. He kneeled between your legs, his thighs and cock bulging through the tight material of his pants. His defined core still intact. “Remember, no cumming until you have my permission.”

With that statement, the vibrations returned. Only this time, they were directed to your neglected bud. Your scream caused him to slip the toy down to your entrance, teasing it. “If you gonna be loud, I’ll have to use the gag ball on you.” He sternly said, warning you to take note of your actions. 

The vibrator was placed back onto your clit, sending waves throughout your body. You tried to keep quiet, little moans here and there as he differed pressures and speeds. Thighs quaked, desperate to close, restraints refused to budge. Eyes were shut tight, holding on to the last bit of sanity your body possessed. “I know you’re close, beg for it darling.” Tom sneered, watching your body tense.

“Daddy please. Can, can I c-cum.” You moaned, the knot in your stomach strained as it awaited release. 

“Cum.”

As you let go, he removed the toy, effectively ruining your orgasm. Your hands flung forward, hoping to grasp at his touch. Your body threw a tantrum, the feeling of euphoria quickly dwindling into nothing. His free hand soothed your thigh. “Such a good girl. That’s it, take what daddy gives you.” He praised, letting your muscles calm.

“Thank you daddy.”

It was an instinct, those three words. He trained you to say them with ease. He placed the toy against your clit again, at the highest setting causing your toes to curl. “My little slut aren’t you. Take anything I’d give you. So pathetic.” He sneered, watching you become a moaning mess. “What did I say about being loud. Fuck, not even a gag would silence those sounds. Maybe another ruined orgasm would work.”

“No daddy please I’ll- fuck.” Your sentence cut short as two digits entered you. They curled, hitting that hidden spot within. Your walls clasped around him, never wanting him to leave. His other hand added more pressure to your bud with the toy, sending your body into a frenzy. Biting your lip hard, you tried to ground yourself, delaying the inevitable. 

“Now, now darling. I know you are going to cum. Don’t fight it. I’m gonna count down, you better let go. Three.” His fingers moved erratically, scissoring, curling against your silky walls. 

“Two.” The feeling in your gut mounted, ready to erupt.

“One.” His touch whipped away as you let go of the pent of pressure. Your teeth drew a little blood from your lip as you prevented yourself from screaming. Tom watched as your hips rose from the bed, fist balled the sheets as you tried hard to stay silent. 

The buzzing finally stopped. However, the sound of rustling returned. Your eyes were still closed, too weak to open. His warm, wet touch encountered your nipples, twisting the buds between his nimble fingers. “Colour?” He asked. You responded in the affirmative.

A sudden pinch on your nipple made you whimper. A cold metal clamp engulfing the sensitive bud. He attached the other clamp to the other one before squeezing the mounds. “Look so pretty. Be good. Daddy gonna enjoy his slut’s pretty cunt.”

Not wasting a second, the strong muscle of his tongue dove in between your legs, lapping at the excess amount of arousal you produced. He didn’t spend long teasing as his tongue entered you with ease due to the previous orgasms. That feeling emerged once again. His hands dug into your hips, keeping them still as he enjoyed his meal. Savouring every drop.

As your body swayed, the weighted clamps stimulated your chest. Tears began to weld, the intensity of the pleasure escalating every sense, every nerve. You couldn’t escape the wonderful torture. He tongue diverged from your entrance, narrowing in on the next target. He tugged at the chain that connected the nipple clamps, watching a tear escape. “My little cry baby. Look so pretty.” 

A sudden splatter of spit coated your clit, the impact made you whimper. His tongue wrapped around the bud, sucking and nibbling. Poetic movements caused a familiar sensation to serge through your veins. Hips rutted against his face, unintentionally. He smacked your inner thigh, warning you. Nose scrunched, eyes shut, the temptation to cum there and then was unbearable.

His thumb replaced his mouth, continuing his actions. Staring at you with lustful eyes, mouth, and chin glistening with your wetness. “Give me one more. I know you got it in you, ‘cause I trained you so well. The perfect fucking slut. Always do whatever I say.”

Disappointment flooded once his touch disappeared as you fell over the edge. Ruining it again. “Fuck Tom. Fuck. No please, please. I need to cum. Not fair.” You snapped, body shaking uncontrollably, completely overstimulated by the merciless touch.

His eyes widened at your attitude. His face turned sour, a guttural growl as he pulled the restraints from your body. Once free, he flipped you onto your stomach, over his lap. “You think it’s okay to talk to me like that?”

Hand wondered over your ass, kneading the plush skin. “I think you deserve punishment. Gonna take it like a good lil angel, isn’t that right?” He teased, grabbing a handful. 

“Yes daddy.” You assured, showing him that you were a big girl.

“Count.” He muttered, retracting his hand before smacking the tender skin.

“One. Thank you daddy.” You exclaimed.

The process was repeated, hand smacking the reddening skin a number of times. Each smack hitting the same spot, pain turning into pleasure. Tom could feel your wetness drip onto his thigh. “Naughty little whore aren’t you.” He disparaged, fingers sliding between your folds, collecting your arousal on his thick digits.

Bringing those same digits to his mouth, he sucked them dry, an audible pop was heard followed by a moan. “So sweet. Want a taste?” He asked, fingers repeating their motions between your thighs. “Please, daddy.” You panted.

An evil snicker fell from his lips as he brought the fingers to your awaiting mouth. However, he smeared the coated digits around your lips, dampening the skin. “So pretty when you look like a mess. Bet you can feel how hard my cock is. I got your pussy nice and ready for me. Going to take me so well.” He purred.

His hand met your ass once again, bruising the skin. Your body jumped at the sudden act. A loud whine escaped you as you believed your punishment was over with. “Forgot to count. Very disappointed. Such a lil pain slut, brain can’t even think when she is cock drunk.”

His harsh words made you bite your tongue, preventing any snarky remarks. “I’m sorry daddy. Eleven.” You attempted to redeem yourself. “I’m just your little pain slut. I love it.”

It was silent, his hand soothing your lower back. A scream shot from your body as a slap was directed directly between your thighs, hitting your wet folds. The pain was immense, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Thighs quaked, core clenching around nothing as you reached your peak without warning.

Biting your lip harshly, you tried to conceal the mistake. Cumming without permission. 

Tom grabbed your waist, guiding you to straddle his lap. His face stiff, jaw clenched. His gaze intense and intimate. Ashamed, you couldn’t look him in the eye. “No, look me in the eye. If you are going to be a greedy slut, own up to it at least.” 

Meeting his darken brown orbs, you shivered. His hand clenched your jaw, holding it still. “Couldn’t wait no? Was going to let you cum all over my cock, but you’ve to be a brat. Always were and always will.” 

“No daddy, I promise. I’m a g-” Your statement interrupted by a light slap to your cheek. Inhaling sharply, your lips parted shaken by the contact. “Didn’t say you could speak.” He warned, a stern look plastered his face. 

His spit once again into the parted lips, coaxing your tongue. “That might keep you quiet. Now, I’m gonna use you how I want. My little fucktoy for the evening.” He mumbled against your lips before smashing them together. Tongues clashing as you devoured each other’s sweet taste.

His tongue brazenly traced down from your mouth to your neck, biting a deep mark as he flipped you over, back smashed against the mattress with an emphatic force. You heard the zip of his pants come undone. Your nails crawled at his back with anticipation. His cock sprung free, slapping his abdomen. You could see how tortured it was, red and dripping precum. The vein on his underside prominent, pushing blood around his hard member.  

He teased his tip along your drenched folds, enjoying the sudden heat against him. Grabbing your ankles, he threw them onto his shoulder. One hand gripped your thigh, the other around his cock, lining up to your desperate hole. “Be as loud as you want. I want to know how good I am fucking you. But you better not cum without my permission like a little brat.”

With one smooth motion, his cock entered you. A shriek shredded form your throat, walls gladly stretching to accompany his girth. Tom did not let you adjust, setting the pace. Rough, deep, hard thrusts penetrated you with ease. Hitting the hidden spot within your slick walls with every move. 

Moans and pants filled the room, his hands anchored around your thighs, pulling them against his. His cock filling you up, grazing your cervix making your mind run wild. Toms eyes glued to your chest as he watched your tits bounce, clamps still attached. Tears ran down your face, the pain of your overstimulated body mixed with the extreme bliss was indescribable. All those ruined orgasms, the punishments, the talk. You couldn’t bear it anymore.

Tom knew this. “You close? How pathetic. So selfish. Not even going to let her daddy cum first. Beg. Better fucking beg.” He spat, fingers circling your clit ruthlessly. 

“Daddy, please. I need to cum. Fuck me s-so well I can’t handle it. Daddy.” You screamed, back arching, knees squeezing together. You felt a tug at the chains on your chest, hands flinging to scratch his hand. He hissed at the feeling. “Cum.” 

Eyes rolled to the back of your head, vision whitened, body convulsed as you clutched around his throbbing cock. His thrust remaining at the same pace, relentlessly pounding you. Your walls pressured around him, releasing the pent-up pleasure that had built up in the pit of your stomach. As you came, he pulled the chain, snapping it from your body. The pain sending you to a new level of ecstasy.

Mumbles of intelligible words and profanities filled the air. Body reaching its limits. Tom grunted watching you fall weak, everything becoming numb. He rode out your high, before extracting himself. His cock covered in your juices, creamed from your intense high. He chuckled watching as you helplessly shook and whined below him. “You thought I was going to reward you with my cum. After how you behaved tonight. No.” He stated, vigorously pumping his coated cock.

“Daddy, I wa-” “Don’t bother. Not tonight darling. Not tonight.” 

Legs were wide, the mess between your thighs on full display. A proud look displayed on his face, pleased with his work. His thumb spread your folds, before lightly playing with your clit causing you to shudder. “It’s okay love. Gonna paint a pretty picture on this perfect cunt.”

Balls tightened as he reached his own climax, cock twitching in his fist. Through hazy eyes, you watched his abs contract as his seed covered your heated, soaked centre. Cum landing on your abused core, painting it white as it mixed with your wetness. His moans sharp, pleasure consuming him. His free hand ran through his hair, fixing the messy locks that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat that layered his skin.

His cock was slightly hard after he drained every single drop. Taking the opportunity, he coaxed his tip with the mixed arousal before pushing it into your entrance. The stretch burned slightly. “Daddy, please. No more, I can’t.” You pleaded, voice broken and weak.

He dropped to his knees, kissing your inner thighs. He littered gentle, small love bites along the tender skin on either side. “I know darling, I know. It’s okay, I’ve got you now. Did so wonderful for me.” He promised, soothing your aching muscles. “You look so pretty.” 

His praise comforted you, your body calming down slowly but steadily. He bent your leg, kissing from the ankle to knee. Massaging the muscles as he did. He continued the venture upwards, placing his soft, wet lips on every inch of your skin. He finally reached your lips, tenderly caring to your swollen, broken skin. “You okay?” He questioned; concern laced in every word. His eyes returned to normal. His soft, loving, caring eyes.

“Yes Tommy.” You whispered, still trying to gain back your strength. A gentle smile carved into his face. “C’mon darling. Let me clean you up.”

Scooping your body off the bed, he carried you bridal style into the adjacent bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet. Kissing your temple, he walked over to the bath, giving you a little privacy. He ran the water, adding some lavender oil and soap to make it bubbly. The sound of water running sent a warmth through your aching body. 

Flushing the toilet, you shakenly rose to your feet. Tom clocked your struggle, running to your aid, holding your waist to keep you steady. “Fucked you that good eh?” His cockiness making you roll your eyes. Ignoring his question, you leaned against the sink countertop. Your image reflected back to you by the slightly foggy mirror.

Eyes furrowed with disgust. You looked like a hot mess. Tom sensed the sudden change in atmosphere, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You look beautiful.” He assured placing a tender kiss on your shoulder. “I know you hate how you look after sex, but wow. Always such a pretty sight. The marks, the glow, the bruises, everything. It was all out of love. Please, don’t be ashamed. Darling, I love you so much.”

A small smile placed on your face at his caring words. “I love you too Tommy. A little mad you didn’t cum in me however.”

He giggled, pecking kisses all over your shoulder, guiding you towards the bath. Using his strength to lift you into the tub, making you join in on the playful giggles. Tom hopped in after, water swaying as he plonked down into the water. He pulled your back to his chest, letting your breathing sync as you relaxed into his touch.

“I’ll make it up to you soon I promise. But right now, fuck darling, I’m wrecked.”