#soft!dark!fic

He never thought it would happen so quickly, having been solitary for so much of his life. Before, being alone meant peace, but since the divorce, and a couple days with such few creature comforts, he realized that wasn’t the case.

He moved to run a hand over his face in thought, in an attempt to clear off his brow so he could focus a little better, but winced from the pull at his tender wrist. That’s right, the man with the goatee tied him up pretty tight. His back was slightly arched, shoulders digging in uncomfortably to the backrest of what he assumed to be a dining chair. His lower half was nearly numb from the worn cushion underneath him, tailbone growing sore. He attempted to adjust, just to remember his ankles were restrained, too which yanked him back down to the hard wood.

The hiss Andy let out mixed with the vague sounds of footsteps upstairs. It just barely made it through the soundproof walls, but was easily picked up through the deafening silence. That must’ve been what had woken him, they were coming. You were coming.

His body went stiff as a board at that, no longer groggy, but fully at attention. This would be the time to fight back. Maybe he could finally convince you to return him to his bachelor pad, to his life.

Andy sat in anxious anticipation. In seconds that felt like hours with the way his heart was in his throat, the door at the top of the steps cracked open, golden hour sunlight bouncing off of the drywall and towards his eyes through the double glass doors of his cell, the first non-fluorescent glow to hit him in eons. Andy had never been one to stop and admire the sunset, except maybe on vacations with Laurie, but now, he’d give anything for a glimpse of the sky. Because that would mean freedom. Freedom from this place that he still couldn’t quite understand that he found himself. It was gone too soon as the door clicked shut.

He watched as your bare feet padded down the steps, tantalizingly slow, revealing bare legs under a short, silk robe. Warm food steamed in a low-brimmed bowl that balanced on your hand, the other holding a glass of water with a straw. Your eyes were focused on the next step until you reached the bottom, finally looking up to meet his gaze. It was so beautiful, so blue, but so full of turmoil. You smiled, seeing him in all of his glory, finally in your house.

Your slow stalk towards him was diverted to the basement bathroom to grab a washcloth, before you resumed your walk to the airlock. As you made your way through the double doors, a smirk broadened your lips at the sight of Andy tied up in the center of the room. Unable to do anything but be at your mercy. You set the bowl of food and glass of water down beside his chair and sat sideways on his lap, placing a gentle hand on his cheek as your eyes roved over his face, taking stock of every detail. At your touch, Andy turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut, causing your face to scrunch in disappointment.

“Andy, honey, let me clean you up.”

He moved just barely enough to shake his head as you lifted your other hand to his face, firmly guiding him to look towards you once more. He opened his eyes again to be met with a soft look.

“That’s better, now, isn’t it?”

You began to wipe off his eyes and forehead, doing your best to clean him up. Andy’s breath picked up as his lips parted.

“I want to go home.”

Your hands froze, just about to tousle his hair, cupping his beard instead. As your eyes bored into his, all Andy saw was deep, deranged darkness behind them.

“You are home, silly. How many times do I have to tell you that? I’m going to take such good care of you, but you just have to let me. The more you learn about how to be a good husband, the more freedoms I’ll allow you, hm? Now, how about some dinner?”

Andy’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger, disgust as he stared you down, pulling at his restraints until he realized it was better to avoid the rope burn that was developing. But you didn’t seem to be bothered by that at all, setting down the washcloth and swapping it for the bowl of food, no longer steaming, but still warm. He could tell it by the way the scent surrounded him, and he hated that he thought it actually smelled good.

As you resettled in his lap, Andy found himself looking in the bowl, seeing gravy, speckled with bright orange carrots and something green, over rice.

You nestled in close, putting together a spoonful of the food and clocking his curiosity.

“It’s beef stew. Curtis is nearly famous for it. So savory, so delicious, and packed with love for this very special Valentine’s occasion. It’s a real treat.”

He was confused by your evident excitement with the dish. Were you trying to sell this to him? Poison him? What was the point? Who was Curtis? And it was already Valentine’s Day? Where had the time gone?

You held a bite up to his mouth, eyes sparkling, but your eyebrows gathered when you were met with sealed lips.

“Open up, Andy. It’s good. You’ve got to eat. Don’t want those plush swimmer’s muscles wasting away. That would be a shame!”

The tone of your voice was almost as shiny as the lipgloss you wore, making Andy’s stomach turn more. You attempted to make another bite, a smaller one of just rice, and put it to his lips again.

“C’mon. Just a little. He worked so hard on it!”

Andy opened his mouth and scraped the grains off the spoon with his teeth, chewing slowly and swallowing them down. Carbs were good, maybe that could fuel him for a few more days like this, and keep him in your good graces. Your face softened in satisfaction to the way he acquiesced and you held up another spoonful, which he promptly refused. You shrugged and set the bowl down, this time straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck when you came back.

Your tone was congratulatory, yet nonchalant, “One bite! That’s progress. I’m sure I’ll have you eating out of my hand soon enough.”

Andy looked up at the ceiling. Anywhere but at you and the way your silk robe had parted where your legs had spread, teasing what little fabric lied underneath.

A grumble emerged from his lips. A mere mumble you were hoping you didn’t catch correctly, as you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What was that?”

He directed his face towards you again, eyes sharp as his nose and jawline, a killing look almost.

“You’re sick.”

You threw your head back with a light laugh.

“Honey, I’m nothing of the sort. I just know what’s best for you, and that’s being here, with me.”

He shook his head, moving to gesture to the nearly empty room, only to be reminded of his restraints again.

“This? This….empty torture chamber!? This is what’s best for me? There’s nothing down here! It’s just some shitty IKEA rug over a concrete floor, blank walls, a mattress, and a prison bathroom!”

Your face flashed a hint of anger at his defiance before you steeled yourself quickly, replacing it with a look of concern.

“Well, there’s not much down here because I don’t want you hurting yourself, Andy pandy. You don’t know what’s best yet, I’m taking care of you. Once you learn how to behave, there’s no need for these precautions. You can have all sorts of trinkets and decorations eventually. And if you’re really good, maybe you can come upstairs and stay in bed with me.”

His jaw ticked at that. This wasn’t his home.

“I have a house. It has everything I need. People are looking for me! I’m sure it won’t be long.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and your head dropped to your chest, a low, dry laugh emanating from your throat before you shook your head and met his eyes that were full of faltering conviction.

“Andrew, no need to lie to me. We can be honest with each other.” Your voice was sickeningly sweet and dripping with feigned sympathy. “I know you live in a sad, lonely apartment. And that your name as Assistant District Attorney doesn’t get you as far as it once did. Especially with the way you fumbled into success on your last case.”

His nostrils flared with ire. He opened his mouth to respond, deny, but was met with your shushing finger.

“Let me finish. A little birdie told me that you’re going to be let go any day now, especially with the several days you haven’t shown up, without a single call! And then what are you to do? Wither in your bachelor pad, squandering your nice severance payments? It’s not like Laurie would jump to comfort you. But I would. So, be a good boy, and let me take it from here.”

Andy shuddered as you shuffled closer to him, his tight lips denying the kiss you pressed to them.

“Still gonna be difficult? We can move to dessert. I know you hardly had any dinner, but let me give you a taste of how sweet things could be for you, old man. Just relax and sit back.”

Behind his back, Andy’s hands gathered into fists and his teeth clenched together. He had a feeling what your agenda was, and it was solidified by what he saw as you shrugged the pink robe off of your shoulders. Underneath it lied a white, lacy teddy, adorned with small pink hearts all over. So darling and sweet, and innocent. It was nauseating, the image coming together in front of him. The honey that poured from your mouth and hugged the curves of your body, soured by your true intentions that bubbled below the surface.

You tentatively ground your hips in a circle over the dress slacks that he still wore, pleased as he struggled to contain a moan. No matter how much Andy tried to deny it, his body was betraying him, blood rushing south, gaze sucked into the sight of your breasts being pushed up near his face by the flimsy lace.

Your pleased expression couldn’t be hidden either as you continued to hump against him, your hands moving to rub up and down his chest through his dress shirt which was no longer pristine and pressed. As you smoothed some of the wrinkles, you felt the broad expanse of what was underneath.

With a simmering eagerness, you began to undo the buttons painstakingly slow, revealing his faded undershirt. Your fingertips gently, teasingly grazed over the ridges of his pecs, thumbs flicking his nipples, gracing your ears with a low growl from his throat. You bit your bottom lip in excitement at what you were able to pull from him already, leaning in to press a soft, rewarding kiss to the straining muscles of his neck. He really was so beautiful like this, so needy already.

His dick was pressing against your thigh almost insistently with every fluid motion you were making to brush over it, mirroring the growing impatience you felt rising within your belly. Without wasting another second, you scooted back to undo the zipper of Andy’s dress pants and reached your hand in, his cock immediately standing at attention, precum already leaking from the angry red tip.

You swiped it up with your finger and sucked it off between your lips, taking pride in the way Andy’s breaths continued to pick up.

Genuine elation was filling you at that. “Mmm, tastes so good. Gonna give me more?”

His pupils went wide and dark, nearly as much as yours. You could tell his protests were wavering, despite the wispy denial spilling past his lips.

“N-no. Stop. I-I don’t want this.”

Your hand lowered again to cup his cock against the lace that covered your pussy, hips grinding up and down his length. The pressure and pleasure was almost dizzying with how you could feel the ridge of the head nudge your clit. The thin lace was quickly becoming soaked.

As you looked up at Andy, his face was turned downward and to the side again, so your brought your hand up to his hold his jaw, lovingly brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek. You could tell he was biting the inside of his mouth to refrain from making any more noise, and you simply couldn’t have that.

You placed your forehead against his, speaking in the hot and humid air.

“I don’t believe you. I think you want more.”

You reached your fingertips under the gusset and pulled it to the side, revealing your bare, slick pussy, and pressed in closer, ground faster, watching as his cock was hugged between the lips. When your eyes flickered up to his again, his long eyelashes were brushing against his cheeks, gaze glued to the slick sight before him. It was the source of both his pleasure and his torture, and he evidently couldn’t get enough from the way his hips bucked into yours.

A wry grin graced your face as you took him in. A blush crept up his neck, and painted the tips of his ears. It was everything you wanted to see, but still not enough. You needed him to fully submit. To give in to just the beginning of the pleasure you knew you could give him. In your bounces over his lap, you inched yourself higher, his tip catching your entrance and slipping in with a delicious stretch, finally drawing a moan from the grumpy, stoic man.

It was all too much, all at once. The wet, tight warmth surrounding was him better than anything he’d felt in years. It only took a couple more bounces of your ass against his thighs, slaps muffled by his dress pants, for you to feel his dick twitch. You pulled him out just in time for his thick spend to coat your lower torsos, painting the innocent white material in sin. Andy whimpered, his orgasm torn from his grasp as you rubbed your clit to tip over the edge with him, the sight and sounds driving you towards bliss.

Drained to near exhaustion, he flopped forward as far as the restraints would allow him, straining every part of his body as it jerked and tensed beyond his will. His chest heaved, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, eyes squeezed shut in a whirl of feelings and emotions. Shame, fear, relief, confusion.

You giggled triumphantly at the scene, smiling with fulfillment of the first step of everything you wanted from Andy. You brought your lips to his forehead and placed a kiss, speaking softly against his dewy skin.

“See? I think that was really nice for both of us.”

You lingered there for a second, breathing in his scent.

“Jake will be down in a little bit with a change of clothes and to help you freshen up.”

You pushed yourself up out of his lap. Andy sat there stunned, still in shock with his head limp and facing the floor. As you gathered your robe and shrugged it on, you made your way to the airlock and entered the code to leave his room, turning back for one final look. Andy just barely glared at you through those long lashes, resenting the sweet smile you gave him once again, but the cloudiness penetrating his mind made him think it was maybe a little less so than he did an hour ago. You waved teasingly with your fingertips before gracing him with your parting words.

“Welcome home, Andrew. And happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bonus A/N: who fed us after midnight? Because we’ve become gremlins😈

“The fuck did you just say?” you can’t be bothered with what Cherry said.  You just want to feel the warmth radiating off of Robert, like he’s your own personal heater.  Letting his body soothe your trembling body.  Needing to fully calm down from your racing emotions.

“Didn’t stutter.”  Cherry takes a long drag of the bud.  “I’ve been good to you, right?”

“Yeah, and you’re fucking pushing it.  I just suggest you shut you’re your fucking cock sucking mouth if you know what’s good for you.”  Silence feels the living room.  Your body almost becoming too comfortable with Robert’s soothing hands rubbing over your skin.

“Why she take off the collar?” you hear the laughter in Cherry’s voice and it pisses you off.  “I see you got yourself a mark, too.  Was that part of the plan?  You wanted a piece of ass and now you’re getting more than you bargained for.” Robert let’s his words sink in.  When he saw you at the precinct that is exactly what he wanted.  Just to fuck into you good.  After more research on Paul and following you around, he knew that your husband was not good enough for you.  Walking around like a saint, when he was just as dirty as the rest of them.  He never thought it would be so easy to catch him in dirty deeds, and definitely never thought Paul would offer you up so quickly.  And now?  Now he would not only kill for you, but he would die for you.  He’s not a good man, and he knows you deserve more than him, but you freely choose to stay.

The more Robert thinks, the more he has realized he has given you just as much power over him and he has over you, and he can’t possibly let you think you can control him so easily.  Looking over at Cherry, who only smirks at him as he takes another drag, he knows that Robert has become pussy whipped.  He knows that fucking you has turned into something deeper.  Robert now has a weakness, and she’s sitting in his lap.  

Robert also feels he needs to be punished.  He reacted too quickly when he cut off your collar.  But dammit if learning that you had been talking to your piece of shit ex didn’t make him go blind with rage.  You also haven’t been punished for opening up the front door.  Cherry has been good with getting information.  More valuable than anyone knows.  He’s setting a plan in motion, and he deserves to be rewarded.

“Go into the bedroom.  Bedside drawers, pick you something out.  You’re not touching her...yet.”  Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Cherry pushes it into the ashtray, standing to go through yours and Robert’s treasure chest.  Vibrators, dildos, plugs, clamps, it’s like a fucking toy store in these drawers.  Cherry’s not stupid, he’s wearing Robert down.  He will get a piece of you, too.  Cherry knows how to play Robert, and he deserves this.  Most of his time is spent elsewhere, playing his role, and playing it flawlessly.

Pulling out a particularly long and thick dildo and lube he walks back into the living room.  Robert whispers into your ear to be a good girl, petting your face while he uses his legs to hold yours apart.  “Remember, you’re my fucking whore.  Cherry’s been good to us.  More than you know.  You understand, right?” “Yes, sir,” your lost on whether to feel excited or scared.  Robert doesn’t share.  So, you know how important Cherry is to him.

“If you say no, Cherry and I can think of another way.  Do you want to say no, Pretty Girl?” “No, Sir.  Wanna make you happy.” Cherry’s body stands at the end of couch, squirting lube on the behemoth dildo in his hands and you whimper, eyes looking up at Robert.  He would tease you with the massive toy, but never once used it.  “Come on.”  Cherry says sitting on the couch, rubbing the soft silicone up your folds.  “Be a good girl.  Take this all on your own like his good little pet.  If he didn’t think you could handle it, he wouldn’t have had it in the drawer.”

Sobbing you watch as he slowly slides the tip in.  Everyone’s eyes watch as your hole is stretched beyond what you feel it should.  Feeling Robert’s breathing behind you and his pulsing cock on your back.  Cherry’s hand slowly presses it further in.  No longer can you look as your body succumbs to an immense amount of pressure and fullness.  Head lolling back on Robert’s shoulder, his hand slides down your body, fingers connect to your neglected clit, and he works your nub.  His legs that are wrapped around your own to keep you spread further apart, exposing the leaking mess that’s become of your pussy.

“I know you said her cunt was perfect, but...” Cherry’s voice trails off as he begins pumping the cock in your stretched cunt.  You feel the couch dip further, and see Cherry’s face looking intently at the mess him and the dildo are creating.  His tongue licks around his lips, and you’re overcome with pleasure.  Cherry who knows his place, his skin never touches you, but you see the lust and hunger in his eyes as he watches your pussy be destroyed with the girth and length of the toy.

Robert’s eyes finally leave the scene, allowing Cherry to work you into the approaching orgasm that builds in your core.  Feeling your whole body heat up when Robert turns your face to his, pulling you in so he can give you the filthiest kiss he can.  His tongue licks on around your mouth, lips suck around your jaw, before you finally get what you're wanting.  His mouth fully on yours, sucking on your tongue, and hearing your breathing change as the pleasure seeps through your body.  

Moaning into his mouth, your lungs heat up with the lack of oxygen, and you wouldn’t change a damn thing.  His mouth muffles your screams and you feel yourself spew.  Cherry’s hand pulls out the toy, his mouth connects to your core as he slurps up your juices.  Whatever Robert may do to him because he actually dared to touch you, he doesn’t care.  His eyes roll up to look at you, while Robert’s mouth sucks on the column of your neck.  Cherry’s hips fuck his cock into the couch, needing a release of his own.

Cherry’s tongue flicks on your swollen clit, and you see in his eyes he wants you to cum on his tongue.  His tongue determined to draw out another orgasm.  Bright blue eyes stare up at you, seeing the pure unadulterated pleasure written all over your face.  The hand that isn’t wrapped around Robert’s face, holding him on your neck, finds the smooth back of Cherry’s fade.  Your fingers run over the smooth cut.  Feeling near like the velvet flocking of your former collar.  Sliding your fingers up to brush through the short brunette hair on the top of his head, and still his eyes never leave yours.  Getting just as much pleasure as you.

Never did you ever think you would take such pleasure in two men as they worked your body.  Cherry’s scruff rubs you near raw, while his goatee is near soothing on your sensitive skin.  His tongue slides down to enter your gaping hole, a gasp exits your throat at the feeling.  Robert chuckles on your neck, pushing your body to begin fucking Cherry’s tongue.  “Cum, Pretty Girl.  Cum on his fucking tongue.” Like a good girl your body listens.  Coming undone all over Cherry’s face.  Happily, he drinks up your slick, moaning like he’s eating the best dessert of his life.  Leaning back, he slaps your spread pussy, and you shudder at the sting.  “My fucking slut loved that didn’t she?” your heavy-lidded eyes look at Robert and nods, “If Cherry continues to be good for me, you think we should let him fuck my pussy?  Would you like that, Pretty Girl?” “Only, if you’re there,” your voice, barely a whisper.  Blissed out you feel yourself getting heavy with sleep, you look down at Cherry, noticing how his pants are darkened by his own release.

“Well, Cherry boy, you think you’re going to continue to be good for me?  Might, let you have a chance.” Cherry’s hands wipe off your cum from his face, smiling at your still spread and opened pussy.  “Could be fun, baby girl.  Do you think you can handle two of us?  Sucking on my cock while Freezy fucks that cunt?” “Uh-huh.”  

“Or would you want me fucking that tight ass, while you ride your Sir?  Saw the butt plugs.  I know he’s stretching you out.”

Robert’s face leans into your neck.  His fingers slide into your pussy.  “You want that, Pretty Girl?  Want us both to fuck you?”  With a devilish laugh, Robert looks to Cherry.  “You’re my good fucking slut.  I feel this pussy fluttering thinking about us fucking you.  She’s already getting wet again.  Don’t worry, not tonight.  Cherry has to really prove himself if he wants to fuck you.”

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Robert’s hand rests tightly and comfortably around your waist.  Hand firmly holding onto your hip, as you sip beer from a solo cup.  He doesn’t want you out of his sight, and you don’t want to be far from him.  There are almost too many people here, and you feel more secure close to him.  An odd sense of safety comes from Cherry who stands close by as well.

He flirts with some girl, a girl you actually quite like.  You two hit it off well.  But no one gets too close in this group of people.  The girls are typically a one-night thing.  Robert is the rare man who keeps a woman for longer than a couple days.  To keep up appearances he let his beard grow wild, slightly covering up the ice cream cone on his neck.  He can’t have a weakness in front of these people.  Yours however, is proudly displayed.  The burn now healed, leaving a perfect light scar of who you belong to.  

People know not to mess with you.  They know Robert’s anger knows no bounds when it comes to protecting you.  “Hey, I’ve got to go talk to someone.  Cherry is staying close.  You gonna be, okay?”

When he leaves you to “talk to someone” you know it’s business.  Without argument you nod your head yes.  “Go inside and get you another drink, Pretty Girl.”  You listen.  Cherry and his girl of the night follow further behind.  You know damn well that no one else at the house is packing, but Robert and Cherry, and it’s all to keep you safe.

You chat a bit to the people inside, almost enjoying yourself, until a drunken man stands beside you.  “Fucking bitch.  Why the fuck are you here?”

“Excuse me?  This is my home.  Why the fuck are you here?” confidence beaming out of you, because you’ll be damned if someone talks to you like that in your home.

“You’re the cunt he’s fucking?  He know who you are?  Know that your fucking married to a dirty cop?”

“Not married.”  His hands grip tightly around your throat as he pushes you down on the stairwell.

“Let’s see what’s so fucking great about that pussy.”  His hand push down your jeans, he squeezes you so tightly your vision goes blurry, eyes searching for Cherry or Robert.  Chaos erupts in the room.  Cherry punches the man in the face screaming at him to take his dirty hands off of you.

With Cherry’s yells Robert runs in the house, seeing you laying on the stairs, neck red with the pressure he added to your throat, and sees red.  His fist connects with his face, and he pulls you up to him, not spending the time to fully check over you, he pushes you into Cherry’s arms.  Cherry moves you further away from the chaos.

“You need to get rid of her.  Do you even know who that fucking is?  Who she’s fucking married to?”  The man wipes the blood off his nose, staring at a fuming Robert. “You need to get this fucking straight.  She’s my fucking slut, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone disrespect her you fucking piece of shit.  They’re divorced.  You see the fucking mark on her neck.  She’s mine.  Now get the fuck out of my house, before I do something I won’t regret.”  People start leaving the house quickly.  This crowd knows Robert’s anger.  They see the piece that he’s packing, and none want to be a witness.  Robert sneers at the man, he has no idea what Mr. Freezy has in store for him.

“You trust that bitch you’re a fucking idiot!  She’ll be the end of you.” “One more time.  Get the fuck out of my house.  You will not talk to my pet like that.  Get fucking out!”  With a growl he charges towards Robert.  Without even flinching Robert pulls out his piece shooting him directly between the eye.  When his body falls down, Robert spits on his lifeless corpse.  “I did warn you.”

Crying and trembling you leave Cherry’s arms, jumping into Robert’s.  Your throat burning, feeling the bruising to your skin and esophagus.  “Cherry, get this mess cleaned up.  Gotta take care of my Pretty Girl.”  Cherry nods.  “Dump him at Tappy’s.  Son of a bitch always liked to pick a fight there.  Lowlife scum had it coming, had a list of enemies.  They’ll never question it.”

Robert walks you into the bedroom.  Holding onto you gently, but securely.  “I’m so sorry, Pretty Girl.  I never wanted you to see me like that.  I couldn’t...he shouldn’t have been here.  Had no right talking to ya like that.” “Thank you,” your voice hoarse and sore from his hands as it whispers on his shoulder.  “I love you, Robert.”

“Love you, too, Y/N.”

You lay on top of Robert in silence.  Feeling so close to him calms you from the mayhem and murder of the night.  His hands caress you, constantly moving over your supple skin until you fall asleep, pressed tightly on his chest.  

Cherry returns to the house.  Looking into the bedroom just to let Robert know it’s done.  “Got rid of the piece, too.”  Robert nods his thanks, still gazing down at you.  “How’s she doin’?”

“Shaken up, but she understands.  Listen...” his words trail off.  He doesn’t know what to say.  “Not tonight, but you’ve earned it.”  Robert doesn’t tell people thank you.  He shows them his thanks, and Cherry knows exactly what he’s saying.  “Want you to stay here.  Things are getting tighter.  We’re almost done.  She needs someone in the house who I can trust.  Let me warn you though, she’s fucking mine.  You touch her without my permission I will fucking torture you.  And I’ll fucking kill you slowly.” “Understood.”

You lift your body off of him.  The softness in his eyes is no longer there.  They’re not completely darkened like when he speaks to Paul, but there’s no denying the intensity of his gaze.  “Maybe we should get up.  Let you think.” “No.  I don’t wanna be married to him.” “Still, I gotta get something for ya,” pulling the two of you up, he wraps his shirt back around you.  Taking care to button the shirt back up, and then rolls up the sleeves.  “Go sit down.  I’ll be right back.” Quickly he leaves the room.  You look around the room.  Should you continue these rules, you’re his.  The house upstairs is a stark contrast to the dank basement.  It’s clean.  Orderly.  Judging by the basement you would have assumed there would be stains and mold throughout the house, but no.  It’s pristine.  A look out the window, and even the lawn is carefully manicured.  There doesn’t seem to be any neighbors close by, must be why no one heard you scream.  

The furniture is stylish and modern.  “This could all be yours.”  The softness returns to his voice.  

In his hand is a long rectangular box.  “What’s that?” “It’s yours.  If you’re mine.”  Just to reiterate how much he adores you, his hands ghosts across your cheek.  His fingers wrap around your neck, pulling you close to kiss your forehead, on your nose, your chin, and then back up to your lips.

“Would I be able to tweak these rules a bit?” He ponders your question.  “Some...maybe.  Here’s what you need to understand, I’m the one in control.  I own you.  And with that I will give you whatever it is you desire.  If you follow my rules.  I ask for so little.  Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.”  You’re not an idiot.  You know that it doesn’t make sense, and yet when you gave into him, you saw how he had taken such gentle care of you.  Was willing to beat your piece of shit husband to death, and stopped immediately when you asked him. “Okay.” Robert’s face scrunches up, “I’d like something better than that.  Here, sit.”  Leading you to the couch he walks over to the desk, grabbing up a piece of paper.  “It’s not a lot.  The rules are simple.  Shall I go on?”  you gaze up at him.  Mind racing on what to do.  If you choose not to stay, where would you go?  Paul would find you, and that scares you more.  Here you’re being offered safety.  A sanctuary.

“Yes.  Go on.  I’m ready...wait.  What do I get in return?” “Am I not enough?” his voice is lighthearted, and you can’t help but smile at him.  “Just kiddin’.  I’m offering you this house; you can change whatever it is that you want.  It’s yours, well ours.  I’m offering you safety.  And me.  I will consider your changes or add ons to the rules.  Does that sound fair?” “Yes.” “You’re ready to be mine?  If so, the divorce process starts tomorrow, and if you try to stretch the process out, or you don’t follow through, I will have him killed.  There will be no contact with him, unless I’m present.  I’d prefer to have anything you two say between the other through me.  I know people, and this divorce will happen quickly.  Once it’s finalized you have no reason to speak.  You have no kids.  He can fucking keep everything.”  He sits down on the couch beside you, placing his thick hand to rest on your thigh.

“I’m ready.  Go on.” Without a word he hands you the box.  Upon opening it you see a black velvet choker with the daintiest silver ice cream cone pendent on it.  “I wasn’t kidding about the collar.  However, this should be more appealing.”  He pulls it out of the box and places it around your neck.  Making sure it is tight against your neck.

“Why are you called Mr. Freezy?” “I’ve got me an ice cream truck.  I sell cones and pops to the local kids.”  You know that he’s not doing this for his job, or even out of the kindness of his heart.  He’s also not offering up more information.  “Here’s the deal with your collar, it stays on your neck.  If I catch it off of you, I’ll fucking burn the ice cream on your skin.”  You gulp, knowing that he means it.  “It’s the outward reflection of who owns you.”

You nod your head, wanting him to continue.  “You will not be out in public for any reason, unless I’m with you.  I don’t trust that fucking cuck.  Or anyone else for that matter.  I will be with you at all times in public.  When I’m not here there will be someone outside of the house to protect you.  He’s not allowed to talk to you and you don’t talk to him.  Understand?” “I understand.”  So far, none of the rules are unreasonable.

“After this rule, the rest are more personable.  I will not fucking tolerate you being a brat.  You talk back to me, or you push me, I will fucking punish you.” “What’s the punishment.” “Depends on what you do.  You’ll fucking take it too.  I suggest that you’re pliable.  I would never do anything to hurt you.  That’s why I won’t condone your mouth.  I’ll give you one get out jail free card...only one.”  You nod your head.  Normally you’re not a mouthy person.  Remembering how he was when you were tied up, you know he doesn’t like being denied or being ignored.  You should have figured this rule.

“Now, onto our sex rules.  I will not be denied sex.  I don’t care where the fuck we are or who the fuck is around?  When I want your tight pussy, I get it.  I won’t do anything to get us arrested, when I say I own you, I own her.  She’s mine just as much as you are.  You already fucking screamed out that I owned your pussy.  So do not deny me.  Because I will take what I want, and I won’t stop.” “Okay.  I think that’s fair.  Nothing that will get us arrested though.” “Never.  And I don’t do the be quiet bull shit.  I want to hear how good I make you feel.”  Both of you laugh.  “So, we’re clear, none of my cum is wasted.  It will either be in that cunt of yours, swallowing down your throat, and if it’s not, either you’re licking it up, or you’re eating it up with a spoon.” “I can do that.” “I know you can.  You’re my fucking whore.  You’re also a good girl.  Good girls get treated.  I won’t let anyone disrespect you.  You’re not a whore, you’re my whore.”

The way he speaks to you, how aggressive he is makes you heat up again.  Watching you squeeze your thighs together his hand roams further up your leg, sliding down until it meets your mound.  Your body reacting, your legs spread apart.  “Good girl.  Already so fucking wet just by me talking about how I own this pussy.  She’s mine, isn’t she?” “Yes.  She’s all yours.”

“My good little whore.  However,...” he pulls his hand away and you actually pout, “Don’t give me that look.  That’s borderline being a brat.  Don’t tell me you already broke a rule.”  Sitting up, and crossing your legs you pay attention.  “Don’t worry.  I will treat you like the fucking slut you are later.  While we’re on this topic, you don’t touch yourself.  Not unless I’m present and you ask for permission to touch yourself.  If you choose to break this rule, I’ll break you with orgasm after orgasm.”

Every part of you wants to cross your arms, but you don’t want to be a brat.  You want to be a good girl.  “That doesn’t sound so bad.” “How does thirty fucking orgasms in a row sound?  You think that pretty cunt could handle that?  Think that clit won’t be fucking swollen and sore?  I’ll fuck into you with a toy so hard you’ll go dumb.  Then after I make you cum with toys and my fingers, I’ll fuck into you so hard I split you in half.  Go ahead fucking test me and we’ll see how many times you cum before you’re begging for my cock.  How many times will you cum before that pretty mouth begs me to stop.” “Thirty?”  Now you’re worried.

“That was a random number.  It could be more.  These rules are easy enough.  You can handle it.  You might be my whore but you’re not stupid.  And so, for, the last one.  I can mark you however I want.  If I want to paint you with my cum and we go grocery shopping, you’ll wear it with pride.  If I want to bruise you up because I grip you too hard, you’ll love it.  And if I want to leave hickies on your neck, well pretty girl, you’ll love every second of it.  But under no circumstance will I have marks.  I own you.  You do not own me.  But you follow these rules, and you can have whatever you want.”

He hands you the piece of paper, grabbing a pen from the coffee table.  “If you agree to all this, sign.  Make it official.”  Quickly you sign your name.  Pride beaming on his face at your lack of hesitation.   Bringing yourself closer to him, you crawl onto his lap, straddling him as his hands grip tightly on your hips.  “Those are fair.  You going to go ahead and bruise me up, Sir?”

“Fuck...new rule.  You will continue to call me Sir.” “As long as you continue to call me Pretty Girl.”  Rolling your hips, you hum at the swelling in his pants.  Feeling his cock literally hardened under your naked pussy.

“I can do that.  You think you can handle those rules?” “I may need you to help guide me.  I’ll be your good girl.  Your good little slut.”  Sliding your fingers up his arms, up over his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck.  

His hands guide your hips to continue your grinding over him.  “Now, tell me, pretty girl, is there something you would like to add.  I will not be punished.” “Don’t wanna punish you.  You’ve taken such good care of me, Sir.” “There must be something you want.”  You smirk, but don’t say anything, just continue rolling your hips on him.  “You keep doing that you’re going to be licking up my cum.”

You still don’t stop.  “I want you to bathe with me.  Wanna take care of you the way you take care of me.” Robert inhales sharply.  “Okay.  You cutting it close, Pretty Girl.  Feel me twitching?” “I also want to cut your hair.  While I fuck you.”  Robert’s head twists taking in that request.  “Please, Sir?  It’s the least you can do.  I’m offering my body to do what you please with it.” “Y/N...” with a quick narrow of your eyes at him, he can see you don’t like him calling you that.  “Pretty Girl...I’m...”

“Tell me, you’ll let me cut your hair while I fuck you.” “O-okay.”  You have him right where you want him.  Quickly you kneel on the floor, pull his throbbing cock out of his pants, licking a stripe up the underside before placing his cock in your mouth at the perfect time.  His load shoots in the back of your throat, the salty musk of Mr. Freezy.  “Thatta girl.  Perfect little slut.  I’m sending someone to get you some clothes.  Then one day I’ll let you can ride me while you shave my head.” ___________________________________________________________________

And did Robert deliver with the clothes.  Most of it was very average suburban housewife clothes.  Comfortable, but fitted to show off your body.  What wasn’t typical clothes to put up the front of a happy couple, well, they were outfits only for him.  Lingerie, a latex bodycon dress, and ample amounts of babydoll sleepers.  Telling you he wanted to keep his Pretty Girl nice and slutty.

Day's pass and the thought of shaving Robert’s hair is never brought up.  The brand-new clippers still in the box on the kitchen counter.  Teasing you, but you don’t dare bring it up.  His fingers will randomly tap along the box while he smiles at you.  Like he promised he’ll leave you at the house, someone outside the door, and neither of you dare to speak.  He gifted you with plenty of books to pass your time.  All the streaming services you could want.  No social media, not that he doesn’t trust you.  He doesn’t trust Paul to try and weasel his way back in.  

The divorce is well on its way.  Like he promised there was no arguing over who would get what.  You just wanted your last name to not be Diskant, but not as much as Robert did.  He loved that you made a menu, along with a grocery list.  Making you two almost feel like a normal couple when you load up in his car to go grocery shopping.

And then the day finally comes.  “Alright Pretty Girl.  I made you a promise.  And it’s time that I allowed you to fulfill that promise.” “Does that mean?” you excitedly being to answer.

“Uh huh.  Got the outfit I want you to wear over the bed.  Don’t worry about wearing fucking thongs.”   Walking into the bedroom you find a new soft pink babydoll.  Sheer chiffon that cascades down, and you know what his favorite part will be, it unclasps in the front.  Easy access for him to play with something he loves almost as much as your pussy, your perky tits.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”  His body sitting on one of the dining chairs, thighs spread and ready for you to sit on him, while one hand holds the clippers, the other fists his cock.  “Come on, Pretty Girl, you wanted this.” Walking closer, you start to undo your top, but he tsks at you.  “Uh huh.  Don’t take that pleasure away from me.”  You spread your own legs, lining yourself up with him, until you sink your body on him.  His hands cup your cheek, kissing you so softly.  His other unlatches the front of your dress before taking his time to suck on both breasts until your nipples are hard and peppered.  “Okay, you can go ahead and begin.”   The sound of the clippers makes you keen, “Gonna have to get you a remote vibrator that I get to control.  I see you fucking trembling at that sound.”  Rolling your hips, you ease the clippers through his hair.  Watching as curtains of his wavy brunette hair falls to the floor.  With every bit of his face, you uncover you realize just how handsome he is.  His skin already clearing up with how much you’ve been taking care of him.  “Fucking me so good, Pretty Girl.  This turns you on so much.”  And it does.  So much so that you already feel your tummy heating up.  Stopping your movements on his head you watch him.  “Cum on my cock.”

The sound of his baritone voice whispering on your neck makes you completely come undone.  “Such a good slut for me.”  You continue your motions of removing his hair.  Lost in your own world.  Rolling your hips on him, while running the clippers around his head, softly sweeping off hair that lands on him.  Your so lost in him you don’t hear the door knock.  You only hear Robert’s booming voice.  “It’s open.”  And your movements pause.  “I don’t think so.  You keep fucking me or you pay the price.”  His teeth nip around your choker.

“What the fuck?” The man calls.

“Y/N, my pet this is...” “No names.  Do you not know who she’s married to?” “She’s getting a divorce.  It’ll be a speedy process.”  Just to show his dominance over you, his hands push off your sleeper, coaxing your arms to let it fall.  You start to protest, “I don’t think so Pretty Girl.  I told you I didn’t fucking care where we were or who was around.  You keep doing what you’re doing, I’m going to conduct some business.” “Yes, Sir.”

“Gotter trained good.”  The man you haven’t even seen says.

“She’s my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”  Nodding your head, you dare to look behind you.  A familiar looking man with a goatee and scruff, and a tight fade haircut.  “Eyes here,” Robert commands.  Turning back to look at him, you continue to remove his hair, blocking out enough of their conversation.  The whole time he talks with the man his hands fondle your tits, softly moaning with the way you’re riding him.  “You’re looking at my girl fucking hard.” “You’re kinda fucking in front of me.”  His hands sliding from your breasts to your ass before he squeezes and pulls you closer.  “Seriously?  You want me to give you a minute?” “No.  You don’t think she’s pretty?”  He knows there's no good answer.  If he says yes, Robert will be pissed, if he says no, Robert will be pissed so instead he stays silent.  

Finishing up you lay the clippers down on the table.  Brushing the remaining bits of hair of his body.  Knowing most will have to be washed off.  Robert’s hands tight on your ass moves your body to fuck him.  Mouth attaching to your nipple, he quickly looks over at the man.  “Yeah, guess I’m going to have fucking watch until you're finished.” “You don’t shut your fucking mouth; I’ll make you eat my cum out of her cunt.” He never speaks again, but doesn’t dare to move.  Overcome with the pleasure building up in your core you hold tightly to Robert’s neck.  “What did I fucking tell you?” his words harsh as he screams at you, realizing now that your fingers had dug in too harshly.  His hand connects around your throat.  Squeezing enough to block off your air, but not enough to cause too much pain.  

His hips piston into you harshly as he tilts his body upward.  “I said no fucking marks, you fucking slut.”  The sting of him calling you a slut instead of his slut hurts.  But your body doesn’t care.  It cums on him harshly.  Legs trembling, while he laughs.  “Such a fucking slut, you like that.  I got you squirting on me.  You see that.  She’s dripping down my legs.  Don’t worry I’ll make you lick up your mess to clean it while we watch.”

His hand loosens its grip as you feel the hot tendrils of his cum fill you up.  Normally your body would collapse on top of him, but Roberts pushes you back.  Falling in the floor.  Leaning forward he scoops up his leaking spend with his fingers, shoving it in your mouth.  “Now, clean up your mess with your tongue.”   Humiliated you stare up at him.  Wanting him more than ever to call you his Pretty Girl.  He just sits on the chair staring at you, pulling his pants up to cover himself, while you're naked to this man in the room.  “Jesus Christ, Pronge.” “Shut the fuck up.  She knows the fucking rules.  And you’ll watch, too.”

“Am...am I still your pretty girl?” eyes full of tears that you refuse to fall.

“You still wearing your collar?” you nod.  “Then clean this fucking mess.” Leaning towards the floor you lick up the mess, looking up at him, wanting more than ever for him to praise you.  Pulling yourself to your knees you look up at him with doe eyes.  Thick fingers dig around your pussy and wiping whatever he can around your cheek.  “That’s my good Pretty Girl.  Why did I have to do that?” “I was marking you, Sir.” “Good girl.  Go clean yourself up.  I’ve got to finish with C... with my associate.”

“Can I wait on you, Sir?  I get cleaner when you wash me.” “That’s fine.  Get our bed clothes ready.  Don’t listen to us.”  As you walk out, you get a quick playful smack to your ass and when you turn, he gives you a smile, and you know he’s proud of you for correcting your mistake.  “Now where were we?  You were giving me some information concerning Diskant’s punk ass.”