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Captain John price x reader

Summary: While on the way to a bar you decide to tease price. Price doesn’t tolerate rowdiness. He makes it his mission to humiliate you even if it means doing it in front of his men.

Warnings: mean Captain John price, semi public touching, pet names, oral, (m receiving) humiliation, fingering, and dirty talk.

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Your legs were propped up on the dashboard as the wind gentle casted against your face. Price had one hand on the steering wheel of his truck while the other one held one of his thick cigars. The musk of tobacco filled your nostrils…familiar yet tart.

The two of you were headed to a bar not too far from home. You and price had been dating for a little over a year. You’d gained his trust and now it was time to meet his team who held just as much importance as you did to him. Once finding out that their captain had a girl, they had to meet you. Price had been trying to hold it off but he knew that could only happen but for so long.

“The boys can get rowdy, love” he gazed over towards you while taking another drag from his guilty pleasure. A smirk played across your lips “I’m looking forward to it. Don’t know why it took so long for me to meet them.” You were excited especially after hearing stories price often told you. They were like family to him.

Price chuckled as if that were the most amusing thing in the world. “You’re excited to meet a bunch of overworked soldiers” he shook his head while tapping ash out of the window.

“I want to get to know them….” You look out of the window specifically the landscape of trees.

You were supposed to be a secret. That’s what the two of you agreed to at-least. Price had a lot of duties…he’d rather people know less about you. There wouldn’t be any questions, looks, or assumptions. He preferred to keep it simple.

In the beginning, it worked out.

That was until you started packing his lunch. Soap was the first to notice. He knew price never packed his lunch even more so carry a lunchbox. It was always neat and well done too. The work of a women.

What really blew the icing off the cake was when you left a note with your name written with a bunch of little hearts around it. Price knew he couldn’t make up a lie. So he had no other choice but to reveal his relationship rather he liked it or not.

One chain of event led to another and before he knew it he was on the way to introducing you to his team.

There was a beat of silence…a comfortable silence. Your eyes wander through his frame. The way his forearms flexed as he handled the steering wheel, his fingers fiddling with his cigar, the way his bearded jaw softly clenched every time he moved his mouth, and best of all his bucket hat that he just couldn’t get enough of.

Price noticed your staring. That look of neediness in your eyes you’d give him. “I can see the gears turning in your head bunny.” He finally threw out his cigar, leaving the tainted substance.

You shifted your legs until they were on his lap. On instinct he placed one of his hands over your legs. “What are they telling you?” You shift yourself until your legs are directly pressing against his center. Where you’d assume his bulge to be.

“You’re up to no good.” Price chuckled once more “if ya know what’s best f’you bunny, you’d settle down” he kept his eyes situated on the road.

That itself was like a Greenlight for you to continue.

“I don’t think I do”

You shift your legs away and leaned across the middle until your face is millimeters away from his crotch. Something in prices eyes darkened but he maintained his calm demeanor.

No reaction? More teasing then.

Your hands wander around his thighs. They trailed with sneakiness all the way until they found his zipper. You give him one last look before fully unleashing it down. Price was already rock hard…that much was clear based on the imprint roaring to be set free. You didn’t have the patience to take your time so you simply pulled him out of his boxers. Price was thick and heavy…his tip red and veins pumping with blood.

You bite down on your lip meanwhile your eyes up casted towards him.

“Go on and finish what you started, bunny” his hand flexed as if he might grab your hair. You knew he had no problem doing it. Gently, you stroked his length watching the way it stiffened even more. Price must’ve been inpatient because he pushed your head down until your lips were centimeters away from his tip. “Suck…” he gently shook you.

Your lips wrapped around his tip. They went further down memorizing his veins.

You weren’t sucking. You were holding him in your mouth.

Price grunted “playing games are we?” His fingers curled into the texture of your hair. “Mmm” you sent vibrations with your needy humms. “I suppose that’s a yes hm?” Without further warning he forced your head down. The sound of your gags drowned out the music as he forced you to take his cock. Your hands clutched his pant leg but you held back your tears.

Price knew he couldn’t get too rowdy before arriving so he loosened up. “Think you can suck cock now love?” He asked condescendingly. “Yes..” you attempted to talk around his length.

Your lips wrapped around him and soon you were sucking just as he liked.

This lasted a while. You, your lips, and your head working in sync. You knew his body just as he knew yours. The moment his cock started twitching you pulled away with a wet pop. “What are ya doing bunny?” He was dwelling for his release. Due to being busy for the past week, he’d been limited.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand. “We’ll be at the bar soon. Don’t wanna ruin my makeup.” You were teasing him…keeping him from having the release he so desperately wanted.

His jaw ticked as he pulled into the parking lot.

You knew he was irritated. It only widened your smirk. “Come on…their already here it looks” you grab your bag and hop out of his truck, dusting off your outfit.

Once interlinking fingers you both enter the bar tighter

Soap, ghost, and gaz were already seated at a rounded booth. Price was beyond irritated but he masked it with a neutral expression.

“Was wondering when you two would get here.” Gaz chanted out while darting his eyes towards you. He called out your name as if you were a long time friend “so you are real” he chuckled beside soap. “Was starting to think you were made up love” ghost was sitting on the other side of soap talking through his balaclava. “It’s a miracle lads” soap took a sip of his drink.

You were practically turning red from the comments they were giving you. What threw you out of your trance was price gripping a handful of your ass. He was never the type to get handsy in public but as of today, something clicked.

He was pissed.

“You lots look like you’re drooling” he sat down first then pulled you down beside him. He introduced you to each of his men “Gaz, Soap, and Ghost” he discreetly gripped your thigh under the table. “And lads this is my girl” his hands drifted up.

You smile and nod trying to ignore how touchy he was getting

Once placing orderers and receiving drinks and food price continued the path up your thigh.

You were doing quite well, ignoring it. That was until his fingers drifted over your center right aginst your panties. You nearly choked on your drink. “Everything alright love?” Price gazed down towards you.

“Just fine” you bit down on your straw

This was payback for what happened earlier.

“Mh, why don’t you tell the lads about how we met.” His fingers dipped underneath your panties and massaged your clit. “W-what?” You hid your expression through your glass. “Tell the lads about how he met” his thumb pressed down hard.

You gaze at the group of men and the curious expressions on their face. “R-right..I work at a coffee shop not do far- mm not too far from base” you squeezed your thighs but even then he contiued to rub your clit. “Price came in nearly everyday and uh…eventually he asked me out” you swallow hard before giving price a look.

Your eyes were begging him to stop.

All he did was chuckle

Two of his thick fingers found your slit. You bite back any moans threatening to come out. Just when you thought he would was up he shoved those fingers inside of you.

“Mnh..” the sound was stubble. Loud enough for only him to hear.

Price curled his fingers while massaging that sensitive spot inside of you. You were practically panting at this point. Gaz must’ve noticed “you alright there, lass? You look red in the face” this question led to everyone’s attention being settled on you.

Price only moved his fingers harder

“She’s alright. Just the alcohol gettin’ to her. Ain’t that right bunny?” He called you that pet name only serving more humiliation.

“I’m f-fine. Yes, I’m fine” you sallowed deeply.

“Good girl” Price grunted.

You clenched around his fingers earning another chuckle.

As minutes passed you zoned out of the conversation, focused on one thing. Not letting yourself slip. You’d made some noises here and there but it wasn’t enough to alarm anyone. Though price wouldn’t stop nagging you with questions.

“Love, where was our first date?” His thumb circled your clit meanwhile he played inside of you.

“W-we went to this jazz bar- mh…mhmhmm” you could barely keep yourself together. It was a wonder no one noticed the squelching sound of your pussy crying out.

“And what did I gift you that night?” He knew the answer he just wanted to watch you struggle.

“Necklace..” you spoke barely above a whisper

“What was that?”

“A necklace!” You pointed to the pendant hanging around your neck.

“Looks like a beauty” soap examined it before shifting his eyes back towards his drink.

Before you could thank him that familiar coil began to build up at the pitt of your stomach. You were going to cum. Panic and humiliation hit you all at once. Price must’ve noticed because his lips curled into a smirk and his fingers worked faster.

You would never recover if you just so happened to cry out in the middle of a bar. You would have to contain yourself.

Discreetly, you placed your hand under the table attempting to pry him away. Price leaned down to your ear “keep fighting and I’ll take ya out back..spank that ass raw” he gave you a kiss to your cheek before leaning back up.

It was at that moment you realized it. You’d have to endure him fully. You prop your elbows onto the table and bring your hands a close to your lips.

The conversation they were having was simply drowned out as your body reached its peak.

Your thighs trembled as waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over you. “Mmph…” the sound you made was utterly pathetic. Without warning you bit down on your hand, an attempt to control your facial expression. That sensitive feeling of pleasure lasted for what felt like ten minutes until price finally pulled away.

The tension in your shoulders dropped like a wave splashing through the sea. You were trembling like a leaf embarrassed, fearful, and senseless.

Price brought his fingers to his lips and sucked without a care in the world.

That’s when it clicked to everyone at the table.

Soap nearly choked on his drink, gaz turned his head away, and ghost whistled underneath his breath. There was a moment of silence expect for the sound of price cleaning his fingers.

“What a night lads” he chuckled while guiding the both of you up from the booth. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them. This was their first impression of you. Humiliated, used, and tamed. “Bunny, why don’t you tell my men goodbye?” He placed his hand on the back of your neck as a warning. “You were so eager to meet them after all”

Finally you met their gaze.

“Goodnight..” your voice which was filed with much confidence earlier was reduced to something much smaller and meek.

They weren’t uncomfortable. No, they were amused. It soon felt as if this were all a game…

“It’s about time we head out…tend to other things. I’ll catch up with you lots tomorrow.” And with that he walked you out of the bar with one big hand squeezing your ass.

“I told ya honey, you want to play games. This is what happens.”

The night air was cold and unforgiving on your skin. It only added to your already shivering body.

Captain John price x reader

Summary: Price hasn’t been giving you enough attention lately so you tease him during a late night meeting. Little do you know, the man no longer has patience for you disobeying his rules.

Warnings: smut, mean!john price, d/s, bondage, age gap, overstimulation, established dynamic, punishment, degradation, slapping, and spanking

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It was 9:00pm. Price had been in his office nearly all day. In fact, for the past week he’d been spending all of his time there. In the span of these days, you’d only seen him three times. Morning, bathroom breaks, and to bring him dinner. You were long asleep when he joined you in bed.

Bed.

It felt like months had passed since you two shared a heated moment. You missed the feeling of his skin on yours….the way he kept himself buried inside you. It’d been so long since you had a release, a ache was starting to form in between your legs.

You knew he had important work to tend to. He practically relied on it to satisfy the higher ups. Before you moved in with price he made one thing clear. Don’t bother him while he’s working. The first time you broke it he tanned your ass for what felt like hours. Since then, you’ve made sure to stay out of his way.

You’ve been doing good at that so far. Up until now. The ache in between your legs had gotten stronger…something that you couldn’t satisfy. You tried to satisfy yourself with a vibrator but it wasn’t enough. You needed John. He was so busy with other things…did he even care about you anymore?

Frustration ringed though your ears as you sat up in bed. Frustrated at price, his office, the ache happening between your legs- everything. You were going to show him just how much he upset you no matter what the rules were.

Your footsteps were prominent as you leaned against his office door. A higher up was talking on a computer, giving input on a current project. He was in a meeting. Slowly, you tilt open the door just wide enough to squeeze yourself inside without causing a loud disturbance.

There he was.

The lights in his office were dimmed, creating a warm hue aginst his skin. Price didn’t look up from his desktop screen. His eyebrow slightly knitted and his fist lightly clenched. You weren’t supposed to be in here. Period. If it weren’t for the meeting he would’ve already had you bent over his knee.

You didn’t pay a single mind to his reaction nor to what was going through his head. You had one thing on your mind. He was going to pay attention to you rather he was busy or not. A pout played on your lips as you silently got down on your hands and knees. If you wanted this to work you’d have to be as quiet as possible without being seen on camera.

Only when you crawled towards his desk did his eyes quickly dart over to you. Cold and stern. Yet again, you ignored his warning look. Just when you were underneath it, he grabbed a fistfull of your hair. Oh he was pissed. He didn’t let go until it was his turn to speak in the meeting.

“Still here.” His voice had gone dangerously low. “Our latest mission was a success but…” while he talked you decided to push further even after having your hair gripped and yanked. Afterall, you were frustrated. You wanted attention.

Silently, you worked to undo his zipper and belt. His imprint was already peaking against his boxers. Trailing your eyes up, you watch his expression. Jaw tensed yet keeping a good poker face.

“Yes, the latest files suggest t- ngh” your lips wrapped around his length, sucking just the way he liked. Your tongue swiped across his pink tip, licking up his precum. “Sorry” price cleared his throat before speaking once more “suggest that suspect was detained Mh..” with one hand on his base and your head bobbing up and down, added the perfect amount of stimulation.

Your eyes were big with lust. Wild and uncontainable. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding against his boot matching the rhythm of your head.

Price had finished speaking and placed himself on mute and no cam. You were too busy sucking him off to notice. By time you did, his hand was already wrapped in your hair.

“You wanna play games, slut?” You continued to suck despite the whimper that fell from the grip he had on your hair. “Hm? Barge into my office while I’m in a meeting and interrupt me?” He guided you down until your nose met his base. You gagged and convulsed. It was uncomfortable but he didn’t care. You deserved this.

“What’d I say about coming into my office?”

You gasped for air as he yanked you up. Tears rolled down your cheeks and droll drizzled down your chin. You were still grinding against his boot. “Hm? What did i-” price slapped your cheek “what did i say?”

You give him the biggest pout possible as you rubbed your cheek from the slaps. “You heard me.” Another slap. “What the fuck did I say?”

This time you whine out a response “n-not to..”

Price sneered before yanking you up. “Go to the bedroom and get the vibrator, straps, and handcuffs. Now. Crawl” he shoved you down onto all fours. “Go.”

You nearly sobbed while crawling upstairs. Once finding the items you crawl back to his office where he waited. “You need to learn some respect. Some self control.” He had you on your stomach in seconds. Price stood up and hovered over you.

“I’m sorry..” you squirmed around, trying to get away. You had the audacity to try and run.

He shut that down fast with a spank. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be trying to run.” He secured your wrist with handcuffs and turned on the vibrator. The one you were sick of using. His hands worked roughly along your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties. The air was cold and unforgiving.

The moment he pressed the vibrator aginst your pussy, you jolted with sensitivity. “Nuh uh. Be still.” He secured the straps around your thighs and hips until the vibrator was pressed securely aginst you.

There you were, tied up with a vibrator abusing your sensitive flesh. Price grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth. “If you spit them out I’ll gag you instead.”

He sat back down which left you tired up beside his feet. Price didn’t even pay you any knowledge. He focused on his meeting, ignoring you whole.

You didn’t just cum once. You came twice, three time, then four. Your thighs were soaked and so was a small patch of the polished wooden floor. It was alll too much. Even after gazing up at price with those pitiful eyes, he still didn’t let up.

In the end you still ending up unsatisfied and forced to pleasure yourself with a vibrator. The very thing you wanted least…the thing that led you into this situation.

Captain John price x Bratty!reader

Summary: After a blazing argument resulting in John sleeping on the couch. You decide to brat him off that next morning. Unfortunately, price no longer has the patience for your attitude.

Warnings: smut , age gap, d/s, spanking, slapping, CNC if you blink twice, established relationship, dirty talk, slight misogyny, use of little girl and bunny.

A/N: This is my first time actually posting a fanfic so I hope you enjoy. Dialogue will come in pretty soon as the story progress.

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Stressed and over worked. That’s what price had been feeling like over the last couple of weeks. The man had patience but it could only last for so long. If it wasn’t the countless overdue files on his desk reminding him of how behind he was, it was his team constantly nagging and failing to cooperate during missions. He had higher ups questioning his abilities and recruits acting as if they hadn’t spent a single day in the milltary. Things like this overly stressed him out no matter how much he tried to push ahead.

Even his sweet little girl couldn’t ease off the stress.

You were his everything. If he wasn’t spoiling you with gifts he was keeping you satisfied in bed every night. Though lately, with all the loads of work he’s been dealing with he hasn’t had much time to keep you satisfied. You knew he was busy with his work…legally, he wasn’t allowed to discuss it so as always, you kept your questions to a minimum.

That was until one night he came home extremely late and not answering your calls.

You were angry and beyond upset. Unlike him, you couldn’t bottle down your emotions. One thing led to another and soon enough voice were raised…insults were thrown.

Sure the two of you bickered but things got intense that night. Price said things you’d never thought to leave his mouth. Ultimately, it ended with him sleeping on the couch and you crying yourself to sleep.

You figured if he didn’t need you then you didn’t have to tend to him anymore. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine and drag the argument further.

So here you are now, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast in front of you. Every single day. You made him breakfast and coffee every single day until now. Price practically relied on it especially with everything going on recently. You knew he’d be looking forward to it…that’s just too bad.

The sound of his footsteps were familiar. Loud yet held authority. Price was in his typical cargo pants and black long sleeves he wore under his tactical equipment. He finally broke the habit of wearing his Bonnie in the house. It took a lot of convincing but you soon got there.

A big imposing man didn’t belong on the couch. There was no doubt his back was sore after spending a long night on it.

“Mornin’ love” it was like last night never even happened. He was ready to move on but you…you were still there.

The man gave you everything he possible could. He treated you with care and spoiled you to death yet there you were, not even willing to talk things out after last night.

You didn’t even acknowledge him nor did you give him a response. Price knitted his eyebrows, deciding to ignore the heavy tension. “One plate on the table?” He questioned to himself. Perhaps you left it in the microwave. He wasted no more time examining the area. Nothing. The coffee pot was empty yet you had a mug full?

It didn’t take much for him to read your demeanor. It didn’t take much for him to figure it out given you had that big pout on your face. Finally, he said your name. “Don’t tell me you’re still upset over last night…” price was starting to catch on. He leaned against the counter meanwhile his jaw ticked with underlying anger.

Soon enough, you gazed up at him. “I figured you didn’t need me right? You’re capable of doing things on your own.” Price didn’t have time to make himself coffee and breakfast, he needed to be on base as soon as possible. You were playing around. Making him late to the job where he very much so needed to be.

Price had to refrain himself from snapping right the and there.

“You’re acting like a immature little girl again. Whenever one thing goes wrong you sulk...where did my good girl go hmm?” His voice was gruff from years of smoking cigars although lately, he’d been trying to quit all for you. Price had hope that you’d come around and not push his buttons. He loved you to death but sometimes you could be a nuisance.

You weren’t trying to be corporative. Without much warning you jolted out of your seat. “Immature? You’re the one who can’t handle one tough day at work.”

Before he could muster up a response you stopped him there. “I’m starting to question who’s the man in this relationship because right now, you’re the one acting like a bitch in h-”

Price had a lot of patience but what he didn’t stand for was pure disrespect on his name. His hand found your jaw, squeezing until your lips puckered out. He tolerated a lot of bullshit but not when it’s coming from his little girl.

Only when he gripped you did a whine slip past your lips. Your legs intertwined with his as he forced you against him.

Price was done playing around.

“I’m only gonna tell you this once” he leaned down he could whisper in your ear “loose that attitude before I fuck it out of you. If you want some attention, you ask for it”

He let you go with a slight push that left you stumbling back.

You could already feel heat tingling against your cunt and your eyes rapidly darting away from his. The only thing you had on were lacy panties (the ones that he bought you) and a oversized t shirt which belonged to him

You knew you should’ve backed back down right then and there but no. The argument, his words, and that sensation happening between your legs. You had to push.

“Maybe I should’ve called Gaz last night instead of worrying about you. Surely he could treat me better.”

At that moment, he saw red. One thing price despised was you fooling around with another man nonetheless one of his men. Before you could even blink he had you bent over the table with a thud. Those cute panties were thrown down to your ankles. “The fuck did ya say to me bunny?”his hand cracked down against your ass. It wasn’t gentle nor lenient. This was punishment.

Your eyes were already blurry with tears. Price had strength that not many could handle. Whimpers left your lips without you even realizing it. This wasn’t the first time price had to put you in your place but it was surely the first he’d been this intense. “I didn’t- Mnh! I didn’t meant it” you managed to waddle out. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can make as many excuses as you want, bunny. You’re gonna shut” slap “that” slap “mouth…you wanted to act like a bratty little girl?”slap “I’ll treat you like one.”

His hand was heavy and hard on that poor soft skin of yours. Even after you begged with big tears, his hand continued with rapid speed. “Please- hah I’m sorry daddy!” You’d tried to lift yourself up but he pushed you back down onto the table. “Keep your mouth shut like I told you.” He was done keeping his temper in check… you stepped out of line and now you were being punished.

He didn’t stop until he felt like you had enough. By the time that was decided, your ass was hot and burning.

“I’m s-sorry” you’d gained the strength to pull yourself up, thinking it was over. Whenever you did get spanked he soothed you with soft reassuring words. This time was different. Price was far from done with you. “You come here, bunny.” He grabbed your waist and practically manhandled you to the counter. Countless of breakfast ingredients lay in front of you. “You forgot who you belong to” he turned on the stove and prepared a pan. “Fucking mentioning Gaz like the dumb little girl you are. You think he can satisfy you?”

A small whine left your lips.

Price grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and lifted your head back

“I said, do you think he can satisfy you?” Price spoke as if you were a child having trouble with basic english. “N-no..”

“I don’t believe you.” The sound of his zipper being pulled down was loud and prominent. Your bottom lip trembled as you begged him otherwise. “Please, I just want you…” you sounded pitiful “I’m sorry for being a brat daddy. M’ sorry for what I said.”

It was amusing. All it took was a long over due spanking and you were begging for forgivingness. He knew you were sorry but what you did was unacceptable. Price wanted to pleasure his little girl and he certainly was…but it was going to be done his way only.

“If you’re truly sorry bunny, you’ll do what I tell you.” He nodded towards the cooking supplies. “Cook. Now.”

Price stood behind you, caging you in against the counter top. He was rubbing his cock with one hand meanwhile the other rested beside you. His figure itself was enough to engulf your entire frame

“You need me to say it louder?” He spoke in that condescending tone yet again. “Cook my fucking breakfast or I’ll get my belt.” Price was no longer playing around. He wanted obedience and he would get just that.

without further hesitation, you start preparing some eggs. Still bent over with your batteed ass on display and legs trembling like a leaf.

He chuckled lowly “atta’ girl.”

He settled behind you in someways preparing for what was to com . “While you have your hands full..” he dragged his tip along your opening making you gasp. “This pussy..” he slapped your clit with a growl. “Needs to remember who she belongs to” he inched down. “Ain’t that right sweetheart?”

“Y-yes s-”

Slap

“I wasn’t talking to you. Was talking to your cunt.”He inched himself back up. “You’re gonna take this cock…”

Without warning, he pushed himself inside of you, bottoming out within seconds. You wail out from the stretch, nearly dropping the cooking ingredients. His thrust were hard and fast…nearly making you jolt aginst the counter. For a moment you froze as the pleasure stimulated your senses.

“Thought I too you to fucking cook.” He pounded against your ass knowing how difficult it always was for you to fully take him. Whenever he fucked you like this (without mercy) you got all whiny. Price was using you like a complete toy. “m’ sorry daddy…Pleaseeee!” You whine to the top of your lungs.

Price grabbed your hair into a pony tail to force your head back once again. “Cook.” He wasn’t looking for apologies.

With shaky hands and such a whiny voice you work your hands around the supplies. Price was practically pushing moans out from you. “Please…

“Shut your mouth” he slapped down on your ass hard, making you wince and jolt forward. He brought his hand down again.

The entire stove rattled while you cooked to the best of your ability. Droll rolled down your chin “mn..” it was nearly impossible to concentrate with him fucking your brain away.

The man had fucked you senseless. You could barely register out thoughts more so how to operate.

When his plate and coffee were finished he pulled out with a wet filthy squelch. You had your face squished against the cold counter while your knees pushed inward. “Mmm..” you whined questioningly. He didn’t let you cum.

A rough chuckle ringed throughout the Kitchen. “You think you deserve to cum, bunny? Not even close.”

There was a strong ache in between your legs. It was strong enough for you to cry even louder.

Price stroked his cock and tapped the plate. He ignored your cries in fact, he relished them. “Serve now.”

Without question you grabbed his plate and mug, stumbling over to the kitchen table. Price sat down with a stubble frown on his face.

Eventually, you ended up on your knees in between his legs with your cheek resting against his thigh. Your mouth worked lazily around his length just as he demanded.

Every once in a while, price stroked your head while enjoying a freshly cooked breakfast.