LUCAS MY KING 🦁💖💖

You knew you were going to get into trouble at some point. Dinner with friends – everything was fine. You were being a good girl for Andy, but you wanted some fun. You wanted him to react. So, you started playing footsie under the dinner table with him which quickly transpired into you trailing your hands over the length of his thighs until you ghosted over his clothed member. His jeans could only grow so much tighter. 

You noticed the flicker in his crystalline orbs when he stared at you, easily giving you a warning shot. You didn’t listen. 

“I wanted to have fun with you, baby,” You said with a giggle that drove the man fifty shades of crazy. 

Andy was already ripping off his tie, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt small against him, but it was the best feeling in the world. Tongue jutting forward to wet your lips, Andy sighed at you.

“All because you wanted some of daddy’s attention, right?” He cocked an eyebrow. 

Your stomach quivered at the title change. 

“Yes Sir,” You whispered. “Just want all your attention, Andy,” You mumbled. 

Andy walked forward, the tie in his hands. You gasped when he reached forward and shoved you down by your shoulders. Your back pressed to the mattress, he went underneath your little black dress with his hands and ripped the drenched panties down your thighs. 

His blue orbs transferred between you and the soaked undergarment, a huff leaving his mouth. You whimpered as he cupped his hand to your mound, the pressure of his palm against your clit making your eyes roll. 

“B-babe,” You whispered through tight pants.

“B-babe? Shut up,” Andy hissed, his dominance clearly being asserted. Your eyes blew wide with lust for the man. You adored it when Andy took control. His dominant nature was easily triggered and you knew you were in for a wild ride. 

Andy stared down at you and grabbed your hand. Hoisting you up into a sitting position, he licked his lips as he brought the black dress over your head. 

“We’re getting right down to business since you want it like a little slut,” He told him with gravel in his voice that prevailed every ocean to form in between your thighs. Gasping as the cool air of the bedroom hit your warm skin, Andy’s eyes grew sultry at the sight of your breasts. With one hand, he pressed a tantalizing kiss to your lips while he unhooked your bra expertly with one hand – a trick he learned just so he could save time. If you wanted to be a brat tonight, he would treat you as such. 

“Daddy’s gonna get his fill instead of you,” Andy spoke to you darkly as he popped off your lips with an audible noise. You whimpered at the loss of his mouth, adoring how he felt against your lips. You were needy and very much so heady for his touch, desperate to have him take you. 

“P-please,” You whispered quietly.

Andy laughed. Resting his hands on his hips, he began to loosen the buttons and soon ripped the shirt off his body to reveal his tattooed exterior. A gasp flooded from your mouth as he was moving toward the belt looped around his hips. 

The whines that left your throat made him groan. “Can you shut up?” He asked. 

You looked up at him with a devilish glint in your eye. 

“No,” You defied him. 

Andy smirked. “Oh, so that’s the game we’re playing tonight?” he asked, glancing back down at the tie rested on the floor. Before you could register what was happening, Andy had grabbed the tie and used it as a makeshift gag. Stuffing the fabric into your mouth, your eyes grew wide as you stared up at him.

Seconds after, Andy flipped you over onto your stomach and grabbed your wrists. With his belt, he tied you to the slats in the headboard.

“See what you made daddy do, baby?” Andy cooed to you from behind. Now, you had no way of predicting his next move. All you felt was him sliding his index finger down the tip of your spine, all the way down to the dips in your back. The dimples in your back – Andy wet the pad of his finger and drew careless circles around your flesh. Random patterns, his and your names, he was ensuring to give you a sensory overload. 

Tiny gasps flooded from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut. You made no attempt to voice your pleasure into the gag, knowing that Andy would punish you further. In this position, the lead singer meant for you to be quiet and take it like the good girl he knew you were.

You felt when his weight pressed to your back. His warm chest met yours, the feel of his cold chains brushing across your blistering skin. You quivered, the rattling sound of your hands pulling against the restraint making you whimper quietly.

“You’re remorseful now, aren’t you, sweetheart? Bet now you wish you wouldn’t have teased me like that. Thinking you can just rub up on me and get away with it. Pfft,” Andy laughed darkly into your ear, his teeth catching your earlobe. It sent shivers racing down your spine instantaneously. “Now I get to use you however I want… Taking this pretty girl from behind where she can touch me. Your moans? Can’t even hear ‘em with that tie so deep in your throat.” 

Your eyes grew wide, but they squeezed shut as your belly was already tightening at the buildup. Andy’s hands were feeling you up from behind, your eyes reopening. “Gonna have so much fun with you. Setting you up like daddy’s own little sex toy,” He laughed. 

You bit down on his tie even more once Andy slipped his hands around. “On your knees.” He commanded. You allowed him to pull your body into position. Your face buried into the pillow, you were on your knees with your bottom raised high. Andy licked his lips at the sight of your plumpness, his length begging to be buried. 

He reached his fingers forward and drew a line down your slit, feeling as your wetness coated his digits. The softness of your mound made his mouth water. Teare was threatening to prick your eyes – you wanted to touch your husband. You wiggled your hips, bringing Andy to scoff. 

“Did I say you could move?” He asked. Your senses were certainly heightened as you felt Andy smooth his hand across one of your cheeks. “Now I have to spank you,” He huffed. “Disobedient little girl,” 

His hand came down to deliver a hard slap to your right cheek. As hard as he hit you, the stinging pain transformed into ripples of pleasure as you envisioned the handprint Andy left on your skin. You whimpered quietly and kept your hips still. 

“Are you gonna be good now, princess?” Andy asked. “Take your punishment nice and well for daddy?” 

He craned his head around to look at you. You nodded your head. 

Andy flashed you a wild smile. “Good girl,” He praised. 

You stared at the wall, your and Andy’s wedding photo meeting your eyes. The feel of him raising up on the bed as he gripped your hips made your insides churn with excitement. Andy was soon lining himself up with your entrance, but first, he had to play with you. 

Giving you his digits, he ran them up and down your slit, increasing his pressure and intentionally missing your clit when he reached your front. Your eyes rolled in pleasure, but you remained as still as you possibly could in these circumstances. 

“How’s it feel, baby girl? All tied up and feeling daddy’s fingers so close to your aching slit?” He chuckled huskily. “Is that clit of yours begging to be played with?” 

Your whimper was answering enough. 

Andy bit down on his lip with a glint in his eye that you couldn’t see. “Since you’re being so good, daddy’ll give you a little taste,” He sighed. Andy ran his hand back down and gave your clit a few good rubs. Those alone had you quivering to the core and shaking in the knees, but then he pulled away just as you could get some sort of relief. 

But then you felt his hardened tip press into your softness. Your eyes widened and you gripped the edge of the bedsheet in your hands until your knuckles were trembling. 

Andy hissed at his tip and was practically pulled into you. You were undeniably tight and every time felt like the first. His blue orbs rolled into the back of his head as he began to push himself deeper into you, his fingernails seeping into your hips that he used for handles. 

“So tight,” Andy moaned under his breath. 

You clutched the bedsheets even tighter if that were humanly possible and felt Andy press his entire length into you. You were opened wide for him, and Andy was enjoying himself. He began to pull out of you, watching as his member was coated with your slick. Re-entering you at a harsh pace, he began his assault on you. 

Your hips held high into the air, Andy was obliterating your heat with each calculated thrust. He lowered his body over yours long enough to press a tender kiss to the small of your back, watching your hands flex with the sheets gripped in between your fingers.

“You feel amazing, kitten,” Andy groaned loudly. “Could stay buried in you forever.” 

You whimpered loudly, wishing nothing more than to have this makeshift gag taken out of your mouth. You wanted to scream for him – especially with how deep he was penetrating you. Every push sent him directly into your sweet spot and you squeezed your walls around him, hoping that gave him incentive enough to let your voice be free. 

“Love it when you can’t touch me,” Andy hissed. “Watching you become so vulnerable for daddy – drives me wild, princess,” His voice echoed off the walls. Your stomach was clenching and your high was quickly being built. 

Andy watched himself as he pulled out almost all the way before slamming his hips flush to yours. You couldn’t stop the scream that was muffled into the gag. Andy’s heart pounded in his chest at the disgruntle sounds you made while he ravished you from behind. 

The sound of skin-on-skin contact had both your eyes spinning in dizzy circles. His slops were rough and needy, his body preparing to give you every ounce of his seed. “I’m gonna cum so far into you, we’ll make sure you’re pregnant this time around,” He moaned. 

His breeding kink. 

Whimpering, you nodded your head. Andy couldn’t help himself any longer. He reached forward and pulled the tie out of your mouth. You immediately gasped, your moans soaring through the air. 

“Please, daddy, please!” You cried loudly into the bedroom. 

Andy smirked wildly. “You want to be a mommy, gorgeous?” He asked. 

“Y-yes!” You screamed. “Please, wanna feel you,” 

Andy smiled brightly and his thrusts were growing sloppier by the second. You felt his hips stutter from behind you and moments later, he came with a loud force. Andy’s hot seed burst from his throbbing member and shot through your channel. 

The warmth of him filling you as you were easily brought over the edge had you two moaning for one another in animalistic ways – each of you sweaty and in dire need of the other. Andy filled you to the brim, but he wasn’t pulling out. 

“You’re stuffed full,” He laughed. “We’re gonna keep you that way.” He whispered. 

Your eyes widened, but you felt it as he loosened his belt from around your wrists. Soon, Andy flopped onto his side, his length still inside of you. He pulled you flush against his chest, his lips dropping tender kisses to your shoulders as he wrapped his body around you. 

“Can’t let any of daddy’s seed leave you,” He kissed your neck tenderly. 

You wrapped your fingertips through his and smiled in warmth at him nuzzling into your neck. 

“Thank you, daddy,” You told him with a shiver. Andy cuddled you closer and caressed your stomach. 

“Love you, baby,” He sighed. 

“Love you more,” You yawned tiredly.