Note: All names in this story are fictitious, and not based on any real life people. The story is also entirely fictional.

I’m fucking drenched, and not in the fun way.

I shuffle awkwardly in the doorway, carefully trying to keep my dripping hair and clothes from raining onto the hardwood floor. I’m uncontrollably shivering from the cold too, making my teeth clatter in an obnoxious way. Slowly, I begin tiptoeing from the entranceway and into the hallway adjacent to the living room. My best hope now is that Ryan, my boyfriend, is asleep and won’t spot me trying to sneak my way into the bathroom.

It’s not that I’m scared he’ll be angry with me (okay, maybe a little), it’s just…I know how overprotective he can be, and I don’t want to trigger that. Not right now, at least.

Also, I sort of dropped my phone in a puddle earlier, and the last thing I want is him finding out how I ruined his birthday present with my clumsiness.

Faint, soft music sounds from the living room, finding its way to my ears. It’s so faint that I think my ears are playing tricks on me at first, but soon, I identify it as the classical music Ryan often puts on when he’s reading.

Shit.

The realization hits just as I hear the creak of a chair scraping along the floor. Within moments, Ryan is standing in front of me, likely with a concerned expression on his face, though I don’t dare look into his eyes yet.

Shame burns through my body, somehow heating my freezing body. Ryan’s large hands grip my shoulders, and they feel like they’re branding me.

“Molly,” he exhales. “What happened?”

His concern only makes me want to cry even more. I don’t want to worry him with my stupid problems, yet here he is, talking to me like a wounded animal.

“I’m fine,” I bite out, a little harsher than I intended.

“Baby, you’re soaked.” His hands trail down my arms, gripping my much smaller hands in his firm hold. “And you’re twenty minutes late, what happened?”

I sigh. I can’t get around telling him why I’m late, at least, even if I somehow find a way to hide my broken phone from him. “I’m sorry,” I say honestly. “I missed the bus, and that was the last bus of the night, that’s all.” And then it started raining, drenching my clothes and hair, and I tried calling you, but I dropped my fucking phone in a little puddle barely three inches deep, yet it somehow broke it, and now I’m on the verge of tears again just looking at your hands holding mine with so much concern. I don’t say that last part.

His hands leave mine, only to grip my chin and tilt my face up to his, forcing me to stare into his borderline heartbroken expression. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” It’s not a complete lie, but I don’t mention how much I desperately wanted to call him. I’m nothing if not stubborn as hell.

He hums before pulling me into a tight hug, not caring that his clothes are becoming almost as wet as mine. I cling to his black shirt and try fighting back tears at his gesture, but I fail, and soon I’m quietly sobbing into his chest.

“Molly?” Ryan cautiously asks. “I tried calling you when you were ten minutes late. I–“ He takes a breath. “I was about to go looking for you when I heard you trying to sneak in. I was so worried about you, baby. Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

In lieu of lying any more to him, I just turn my face into his hard chest and let more tears flow. A minute passes before he gently peels me off him, his shirt now clinging to him in an annoyingly distracting way, and he grips my face, tilting it up to his again.

He gives me a chaste kiss, barely a graze, before pulling away and nudging me, urging me to answer. “I–“ I falter.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I broke my phone,” I blurt out, breaking my gaze away, counting the stubble hugging his beautiful face as a distraction.

“What?” he blurts out, and for a moment I think he’s angry, but then he pulls me into another crushing hug. “Shit,” he breathes into my hair. “Please don’t worry about that, Molly. It’s okay.”

“It’s not!” I exclaim, pulling out of his embrace. “You gave it to me for my birthday, how can you tell me it’s okay that I broke it?” I sound angrier than I intend, but fuck, all the pent-up emotions are beginning to overflow. I was expecting disappointment, anger even, not for him to hug me and tell me it’s fine.

Slowly, his arms snake up my jacket before unzipping it with careful concentration. “Is this okay?” he asks cautiously.

“Yes,” I say, because honestly, him undressing me feels better than anything in the world, even if I just yelled at him.

After unzipping it, he pulls my arms from the jacket before hanging it on the coat hanger behind me. Next, he bends down on one knee–No, not like that, I remind my fluttering heart–and begins untying my drenched shoes, then slips each of them off my feet with aching care.

He takes them, carrying them into the living room and placing them on the mantle of the fireplace, then returns and holds a hand out for me. “Come here,” he says, and despite how he isn’t using his dom-voice, his command still gives me butterflies in my stomach. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

I place my hand in his and start following behind him as he leads us to the bathroom. It’s not a spacious thing by any means, but it has just enough space for both a shower and a bathtub just large enough for two people.

Ryan places a towel on the floor as I stand there awkwardly. Next, he turns the tap on for the bathtub on what looks like a particularly hot setting, and my cold feet ache to soak in that water.

Once everything is set up–including my favourite shampoo, conditioner, and soap–he comes over to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I wanna take care of you tonight, princess, okay?”

I nod, not quite knowing what he means, but loving the idea of that, nonetheless.

“And I need you to be a good girl for me while I do it. Let me make you feel good, baby.”

A shiver runs down my spine at how quickly he’s flipped the script, taking charge, and ordering me, even with a torturously soft voice. He knows exactly what relaxes me. “Yes, Sir,” I say firmly.

He nods, satisfied. “Strip for me.”

I hurriedly start peeling my soaked shirt off my head, but his hands grip my wrists. Ryan leans down to my ear, growling, “Slowly.”

I slow down, shimmying out of my shirt, while Ryan leans against the wall opposite me. His pose looks bored, one ankle crossed over the other and his thick arms crossed over his chest, but his gaze is, frankly, panty-melting, devouring every inch of skin I reveal for him. Once my shirt is off, I’m left only wearing a black lazy bra, and his eyes subtly widen.

Next, I unbutton my skinny jeans, which I can’t take off in a sexy way no matter how hard I try. They’re practically glued to my thighs, and I let out a groan when I can’t peel them off.

Suddenly, I see Ryan’s feet in front of me. “Let me,” he insists, and I immediately stand up straight, my gaze glued to his head as he lowers to the ground. I gasp when his hands hook into my jeans, then he slowly pulls them down. Once they’re pooled at my ankles, he gives each of my thighs a soft kiss, his hair tickling my hip bone as he does.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says to my knee, and my heart warms.

He helps me step out of my jeans, then discards my socks, and finally stands to unhook my bra. My breath catches when I catch a glimpse of both hardened peaks, which I’m not convinced is entirely from the cold.

Ryan kneels again and slowly, so slowly, pulls my panties down. The open air hitting me between my legs makes me hiss a little, and his chaste kiss to my core makes me gasp.

His tongue darts out for a split second, pushing a moan out from my lips, but then he suddenly stands, and I let out a small whimper. He softly grips me by the back of my neck and tilts my head up so he can kiss me. His tongue, tasting faintly of me, darts into my mouth, swirling with mine, and I gasp and writhe in his grip.

Before I can get too excited, he pulls away and points to the almost overflowing bathtub. “Get in, princess.” He finishes the command off with a light slap to my ass, and I rush to get in.

He goes to strip off his clothes for me, and fuck, it makes my mouth water. Every inch of ripped glorious muscle that’s revealed sends heat straight to my core. He’s more hurried than I was, like he can’t wait to get in the tub with me, and soon, his thick length springs free from his briefs. My eyes widen, the size of it is not something I think I’ll ever get used to seeing.

I scoot forward in the tub a little to give him space to get in behind me. I can feel his hardness jutting into my back when he tugs me against his chest, and it twitches when I fully settle in his arms.

But I’m apparently completely wrong if I expect he’s going to touch me right now. Instead, he grabs the shampoo and starts lathering it in my already soaked hair. I moan unashamed when he carefully rubs it into my scalp, and his cock twitches in response.

Once finished, he moves onto the conditioner, carefully applying to the ends and letting it sit before washing it off.

“There we go,” he says. “How are you feeling now?”

“Much better.” My voice sounds hazy, even to myself.

“Do you think you can tell me what happened, Molly?”

The use of my name brings me back to the original conversation. I…should probably just tell him, at this point. He won’t let it go. “I tried calling you once I missed my bus and I…I dropped it in a puddle. It broke, and I had no choice but to walk home. I’m so sorry.” My voice breaks at the last word, and my eyes burn.

“Oh, baby, shh. Please don’t worry about it, I’ll buy you a new one.”

I sob, both at his caring tone and at his promise. “I don’t want you to buy me a new one. I broke it. I should pay for it.”

He grips me tighter. “No, I’ll do it, okay? You don’t need to be so strong all the time, Molly. You can let me carry the load too, you know?”

I nod. “I know.” And I do, even if I don’t like it.

“You know…” he starts seductively. “I can think of a few ways you can repay me, if that’s important to you.”

Oh.

His fingers sink beneath the water, splaying across my lower stomach. “But first, how about I make you feel good some more, hm?”

Oh. Shit.

I don’t even hesitate in my reply. “Yes, please.” I sit up a little, making his fingers edge just a bit closer to my centre.

He chuckles into my ear, giving me goosebumps. “So greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I start panting and whimpering when his fingers graze my clit. “Oh, god.”

His other hand starts playing with my breasts, tugging at the peaks in a barely painful way. I’m writhing in his grip by the time he plunges a finger inside me. The caretaking, the way he stripped me, the way he washed my hair. It all made me so needy for him, in a way I didn’t even realize.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Such a good girl for me, taking whatever I give you.”

He keeps fingering me, rolling my nipple in his other hand, wringing moans and gasps from my lips. His cock twitches against my back every time I move, which only makes me want to move and grind on him more.

Just as soon as my orgasm starts approaching, he adds a second finger, and I let out a moan so loud it might’ve woken up the neighbours.

Ryan shushes me and places his hand on my mouth, keeping me quiet while his other works itself in and out of me. My legs are kicking water over the edge with how much I’m writing and shaking, and my hands are gripping the hand over my mouth tightly.

Finally, he palms my clit, and I let out a scream into his hand as my orgasm crashes over me. He wrings every last bit of it from me, not stopping until I’ve stopped panting, and then whispers, “That’s it, princess. God, I love when you come on my fingers.” I moan and nod at his words, and he finally moves his hand away from me. He gently peels me off him as he stands, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. His length is standing proudly on display for me.

I lay my head back against the tub. “Master?” I ask.

“Yes, baby?”

“Where are you going?”

He stops drying himself off and looks down at me. “Well, I’d say you owe me for that orgasm too, don’t you think?” My eyes widen, and he chuckles. “Dry yourself off and meet me in the bedroom. Naked.”

I shiver and nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Better hurry, or I’ll spank you while your ass is still wet.”

Freshly dried off, I hurry to our bedroom, not wanting to keep him waiting. What I find once I enter is not what I expect.

Candles litter the otherwise dark space, placed all along the windowsills, on the dresser drawer, and even on the bedside tables. The bedsheets–waterproof, incidentally–are clean, having been changed sometime today. If he did that while I was in the bathroom, or if he planned this all day, I don’t know. The sight of several toys and restraints laying at the end of the bed makes my heart flutter.

But not as much as the sight waiting for me at the headboard.

Ryan sits there, all in his stripped, muscled glory. One of his ankles is crossed over his knee, and in his hands he’s casually scrolling through his phone, not even having noticed me entering yet. His cock is still hard as a rock, but he’s not even paying it any mind, instead just patiently waiting for me.

I make a small noise at the back of my throat to catch his attention, and his sharp gaze snaps to mine, sending a flutter through my lower abdomen. “Hi,” I say meekly.

“Hi, angel.” He puts his phone away and shuffles to sit on the side of the bed, with his feet planted on the ground. He pats his thigh expectantly. “Come here.”

I do as I’m told, walking meekly over to him before I straddle his lap. His length juts out between us, the tip glistening with liquid that’s just begging to be licked off.

“I–“ I start, but before I can get another word out, his mouth crashes with mine. He kisses me like he’s a man starved, and his sustenance can be found in my mouth. His tongue plunges into my mouth, so aggressive and dominating that my own can’t keep up with it. He’s devouring me, taking what he pleases from me and I’m just along for the ride.

All my moans are absorbed by his mouth, and soon, I’m grinding myself on him before I even realize it, desperately wanting him inside me. His hands grip my throat, and he pulls me away from him, leaving me panting and whimpering for more.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” I nod. “But if you want my cock in your greedy little cunt, you’re going to have to work for it, don’t you agree?” I can’t help it, I shake my head. I regret it immediately, but my need for him to be inside me overrides my better judgement.

Ryan pushes me off him, and I barely catch myself before my ass lands on the ground. He stands and grips my jaw so hard that my lips squish together, leaning down to growl in my ear, “No? I’m delighted to hear why you think that’s the case, babygirl.”

He releases me, and I right myself so I’m kneeling before him, exactly where he wants me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to his thighs.

He grips my hair so hard that I yelp, pulling my head back so I’m forced to look at him. The look in his eyes promises severe consequences if I disobey him, and my core clenches on air in response. I fucking love when he looks at me like that, even if I should be scared. “If you’re so fucking sorry,” he starts, “you should at least be able to look me in the eye to say it.” He gives my hair another tug and I hiss through my teeth, hands flying up to his instinctively.

“Please, I’m sorry!” I force out. “I didn’t mean it, I just need you so bad. Please.” I’m pathetic, and I don’t even care. If anything, it just turns me on even more.

Finally, his tight grip on my hair loosens, though he doesn’t fully release me. “You forget who’s in charge here, little one.” I wince, feeling so small and vulnerable at his feet as he scolds me. “If I say you have to earn my cock, then you have to earn it. I set the terms, not you. Maybe I shouldn’t even fuck you at all.”

My eyes widen and I look up at him pleadingly. “No, no, Master, please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything for it, please.” I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said ‘please’ at this point, and I don’t even care.

He hums. “That’s better.” He grips his dick, which has been distractingly bobbing in my face this whole time. “Maybe if you suck me well enough, I’ll let you come on my cock. Go ahead.”

I don’t hesitate, immediately pushing him deep into my throat. He lets out a surprised moan, and I smile around him, knowing that I have this effect on him. He likes being in charge, but he can’t deny how weak he is for me either.

I bob my head up and down for a bit before I swirl my tongue around the tip, eagerly lapping up the salty liquid that has been leaking from the tip. “That’s a good girl,” he praises. “So fucking eager for it.” I nod and moan as I keep working, eventually transitioning to sucking the head between my lips.

That snaps whatever tether he was on.

Without warning, his hands find the back of my head and he pushes himself all the way, deeper than I thought possible. I gag around him, tears building in my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps me there, unable to breathe, for what feels like minutes. I think I’m about to pass out when he finally pulls out, and I eagerly suck in the air I’d been deprived of.

That’s not enough for him either, though. He pushes me down again, not as far this time, allowing me to lick his underside with my tongue. Then, he finally pulls out, a string of saliva hanging from my lips to his tip.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, and I scramble up to it. The fact that he doesn’t tell me if I’ve earned him inside me terrifies me, but I stay smart and keep my mouth shut. “Bend over, face down, ass up. Let me see you.” I obey, facing the headboard, and sticking my ass up, facing him.

Ryan hums in appreciation, pressing both of his palms into the globes of my ass. I tremble in anticipation and let out a small shriek when he slaps both cheeks at once. I feel the weight of the bed shift as he kneels behind me, and suddenly his mouth is on me.

I let out a moan or a gasp (who knows at this point?) that’s apparently way louder than it should be, because Ryan growls, “Be quiet, or I’ll gag you.”

I try my best, but it’s hopeless, and the bastard fucking knows it. The way he laps me up, alternating between sucking my aching clit into his mouth and probing my entrance with his tongue, drives me crazy. And when he thrusts two fingers into me? I’m fucking done, and the shriek I let out is so loud it makes my face red.

He gets up and I wince in protest. “No, Sir, I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet I promise,” I beg, but he doesn’t pay me any mind, instead grabbing one of the many items at the end of the bed.

I realize it’s a ballgag he’s grabbed when he dangles it in front of my eyes. “Since you can’t keep that pretty little mouth shut, I guess I have to shut it for you.” Shivers run down my back as he pauses, examining me. “How are you feeling, Molly?”  

“Green,” I breathe, because fuck, I want, no need, more.

“Good.” That’s all the encouragement he needs before he shoves the ball into my mouth, stretching my jaw around it. He quickly straps it behind my head before he returns to his previous position, licking and sucking me with abandon.

Now that I don’t have to worry about being too loud, I moan unashamed into the gag. Within moments, I feel the tingles of the orgasm approaching. Ryan can tell, because he quickly focuses on flicking at my clit with his tongue while he plunges two fingers inside me. I scream when he pushes me to orgasm, and my hands grip wildly at the covers beneath me.

Ryan wrings the last of the orgasm from me, and then I feel him adjusting his position again, even before I’ve had time to come back down to earth. My eyes widen when I feel his thick head probing me, and I turn my head to look back at him.

He looks at me, gives me a wicked smile, and then plunges himself fully inside me. The thrust is so hard that my eyes flutter, and I swear I can see stars.

But he doesn’t move. He stays sheathed fully in me, letting me adjust to the, frankly, overwhelming size. Then he leans down to my ear. “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, angel.” I nod desperately, letting the warmth of his words wash over me. “I don’t want you to worry about the phone anymore, okay? We’ll take a look at it later, it can probably be repaired, if nothing else.” His hips move a little back and forth, like he’s holding himself back even while talking about something very unsexy. “I love you, Molly. Let me show you just how much. In the meantime, I want you to stay there like a good girl while I fuck your tight little pussy. I’d say you’ve earned it, wouldn’t you?” I rapidly nod, because duh.

His hips start moving slowly at first, and I can’t understand why, but then I hear the distinct sound of handcuffs, and a second later, he’s grabbing both my wrists and fastening each cuff around them. They rest on my lower back, and he keeps them steady with his hand holding the chain. His other hand goes up to my neck, gripping firmly, as he starts thrusting harder.

It’s bliss, being taken by him this way. The way he commands my body like it’s his drives me crazy in the best way. The rattle of the cuffs, and the way they bite into my skin, just serves as a reminder of how I belong, body and mind, to him.

Only to him, and I’d have it no other way.

He keeps fucking me like he’s starved for me, letting loose several masculine grunts and moans. All of my moans are being swallowed by the ball in my mouth, but he can hear them regardless.

Eventually, he releases my cuffs, allowing the chain to rattle freely, and reaches under my leg to flick and rub at my clit. I scream into the gag at the sensation, my orgasm approaching so fast I barely even feel it before it’s threatening to overwhelm me.

“Oh, fuck,” Ryan grunts. “I’m so fucking close. You need to come before me, baby. Can you do that for me?” I nod, because the orgasm is so close I can practically reach out and touch it. He slows a little, probably so he can last just a little longer, and rubs at my clit more aggressively.

In the next moment, my third orgasm of the night crashes into me like a truck. I writhe and scream, my eyes rolling back into my head, and pure ecstasy rolling over me. Nothing else matters in this moment but the way he’s thrusting into me, forcing me to come on his cock before he allows himself to come inside me. He moans my name without shame and doubles over, so his front is laying across my back. I’m still recovering by the time he pulls out, panting like he’s just ran a marathon. “Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” he says against my core, his breath fanning against the wetness there. He gets up then, probably to get us cleaned up, but I don’t dare move yet.

I’m still laying in my previous position, allowing his release to run down my thigh. Even though the scene is over, the desire to not move without his permission keeps me in place. I’m so overwhelmed by desire to please him, even now.

Soon, I feel a rag against my thighs at the same time as my cuffs are released from my wrists. Once he’s cleaned my inner thighs, he moves up to my face and leans down beside me. He brushes my hair away from my face before he finally unbuckles the gag and allows me to breathe with my mouth. I do just that, greedily panting and sucking in air just like I sucked his cock a few moments ago.

“You doing okay?” he asks with a smile.

“I’m fucking sore, Ryan,” I say with feigned anger, though I’m smiling even wider than he is.

He laughs and leans down to kiss me. Unlike before, this kiss is careful, exploring even, like it’s our first kiss in a long time, and he wants to savour it. I let him, loving the feeling of bliss that comes along with aftercare.

He gently pushes on my hip so I lay down on my side before he joins me in bed, facing me.

He pulls me into his chest and kisses the top of my head. “You did so good for me,” he praises, and I get flutters in my stomach.

And I realize, then, that the love in his eyes when he gazes at my face means so much more than any broken phone. That even though I still feel guilty about it, I’ll get over it, eventually.

And that’s my last thought before I close my eyes, listening to his heartbeat, and when I open them again, we’re still in the same position with the dim light of dawn grazing our skin.

And Ryan is looking at me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life.

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