"Fuck, honey, you feel so good," he murmurred against your lips, stealing a gentle kiss even as his hips started to plow into you harder. Deeper.

Despite how careful he tried to be with you, because you were so much smaller than him–so delicate, too–in the moments leading up to his orgasm, he couldn't help but let go, just a little.

The bed rocked and squeaked as he fucked you, his big hand finding yours and loosely lacing your fingers together as he grunted your name and gave another fierce rut of his hips. 

It was your responding cry–all wordless and high pitched and desperate–that had him tipping over the edge.

"Mmmm, god, this pussy," he groaned, snapping his hips as his first few spurts of cum warmed your insides.

You couldn’t help it as another small rise quaked through you, squeezing your eyes shut as your core fluttered and pulsed, milking Steve's cock, just the way he liked. 

"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart," he panted, hips still going as he cradled your cheek and dropped his lips to yours. "Love it when this pretty pussy goes wild for me, gets so greedy and needy for my cock."

Your quiet whine was muffled by a thorough, filthy kiss, and by the time Steve stole all the air from your lungs, he had filled you full of his seed and sank against you with a satisfied hum.

"I love you, sweet girl," he breathed.

Just as he went to kiss you, you turned away. "Please, don't."

Steve frowned, then sighed as you started to shove at his chest, your nails digging into his bare, sweaty skin before he finally pulled away, out of you, watching as you curled onto your side, hugging your knees to your chest as you started to cry.

“Come on, don’t be like that," he huffed, raking a hand through his hair and pushing the long strands away from his rosy, bearded face.

“I just want to go home," you trembled through quiet sobs.

“You are home," Steve snapped.

Despite the harsh tone of his voice, and how easily he could hurt you, you just cried harder, doing the thing he hated most as you lost yourself to your pain…

And ignored him.

Steve watched you for a long moment, jaw clenched and eyes dark. His fingers curled against his thighs, the only minute show of the way he was suppressing the rage bubbling up inside of him. 

The disappointment.

But you were too busy ignoring him, being so ungrateful, to even notice.

"Fine!" he gritted, wrangling you back to the center of your bed and fitting the steel manacles secured to the bedposts around your wrists. "Just so you know, I was gonna bring you up to my room tonight, because I know how much you hate it down here in the dark all by yourself, but now we'll both need to wait until you deserve it.”

He lingered a beat to see how you'd respond, hoping you begged him to undo your restraints, to take you upstairs with him…

To love you. 

But you didn’t, you just turned away from him, curled into a ball, and kept on crying. 

Growling, Steve shoved away from your bed. He stalked across the small basement and stormed up the stairs, slamming the heavy, steel door shut hard enough to make the entire cabin rattle. 

As the sound of his anger and disappointment faded, you continued to cry, alone in the dark basement–your prison–and still leaking Steve's cum. 

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