I originally posted this story in r/BDSMerotica and wanted to share it here as well!

***

A Bluetooth mishap leaves Missy exposed in the worst way possible… and Mister is far too entertained to let it slide.

So, I have a secret. I swear I’ll tell Mister. One day. But for right now- it’s just me and the trees that know what I’m about to do.

I’m lying on my stomach on top of the bed, enjoying the feeling of a slow, easy Saturday morning rolling by.

The breakfast of waffles and bacon that Mister made gurgled happily in my tummy as I lounged. I wiggled my toes in soft wool socks and stretched.

Lazily kicking my feet, I put on my sound cancelling headphones (a wonderful little device), checking the closed bedroom door for any signs of Mister. He had to work this morning, locking himself in the office by the living room. The clack of keystrokes was fast and furious as that man typed up a report.

Furtively, I pulled up my laptop and opened a private screen on my browser. One last peek at the doorway. I lifted one side of my headphones and listened intently. No footsteps. I was home-free.

I quickly typed in my search, pulled up a promising video and clicked play. I let out a happy sigh. Resting my chin on my folded arms, my butt wriggling in the air, I was looking forward to some quality alone time. Especially since Mister’s been so busy with work lately.

The video started, but there was no sound. I cranked up the volume. Still nothing. Maybe something was wrong with it?

I clicked on another thumbnail and hit play. Still no audio. Confusion and worry swirled in my stomach as I opened the window with the Bluetooth controls.

My stomach dropped.

Oh.

No.

No, no, no.

Tentatively, I removed my headphones and sure enough, I distantly heard the filthy moans and wet slaps from my video. An “Oh yeah, baby” echoed in my ears.

Oh, my fucking god.

I stupidly forgot to check my Bluetooth settings. And I even more stupidly forgot that I had connected my laptop to the living room speakers to play music last night while cleaning the house.

I quickly snapped the laptop shut, panic rising in my chest, and bolted to the door.

I yanked it open and almost broke my face on Mister’s rock-hard chest.

Nervously, I peeked up at him. Green eyes burned twin holes into my skull. Mister crossed his arms, looking stern. I cowed under his gaze.

He had heard everything.

I was screwed. So, so, so screwed.

My brain short-circuited, scrambling for something - anything at all - to explain what just happened.

I laughed nervously, “Oh hi,” my index fingers bouncing off each other, “sooo, funny thing! I think I have a virus on my laptop. It just POOF went crazy, and all these random windows just popped up and well - you heard - cuz my Bluetooth was connected to the speakers still… from last night…”

Mister cocked a brow, waiting for me to finish.

I cleared my throat, “And that’s what happened. Yup! Nothing to worry about. I’ll just take it to Geek Squad, and they can sort it all out.”

Mister just continued to stare at me, something akin to amusement flashing across his features. Sweat pitted under my arms. My hands grabbed the door, and I very casually – like it was nothing at all - started to slowly close it.

“Umm, well thank you for stopping by. I’ll let you get back to your report or whatever you were doing.”

The door creaked. I kept pushing it. Mister didn’t budge. He just… watched me.

“Yup, nothing to see here! You’re busy. I’m busy, we’re all just… busy people! Let’s just -” I shoved the door another inch, “- pretend this never happened.”

His green eyes danced with mirth as my head followed the door’s edge.

I smiled wildly. (99.99% sure I looked like a cracked-out hobo.)

“Have a nice day,” I toodle-ooed. The door clicked shut. Right in Mister’s face.

Oh my God. What did I just do?

I laughed maniacally, then crashed back onto the bed.

A light rap on the door and I jumped out of my skin.

“No one’s home!” I shouted, “Please come back tomorrow!”

The door swung open regardless and Mister poked his head in.

“Hmm, how strange for an empty room to announce that no one’s inside,” he quipped, stepping lightly into the room.

I quickly pulled my hair over my face and hid behind my hands. His footsteps stopped. Right in front of me. My heart pounded in my chest so hard I was certain the entire neighborhood heard it.

“The room’s haunted! Go away!”

A tut.

“Well, that’s concerning since I was planning to sleep here tonight.”

I flopped back onto the bed, hands glued to my face, and thrashed violently. Mortification and shame crushed me like a bug under the heel of a boot. I groaned.

Why couldn’t Mister just let this gooooooo?

 I kicked my feet out. I needed him to leave. NOW!

“Please goooo awaaaay! Just let me die of embarrassment and so I can haunt you forever in your dreams!”  

Strong hands caught my ankles, forcing them to be still. Then he yanked, bringing me to the edge of the bed. I refused to uncover my face; I couldn’t look at him. Mister kept dragging me, not saying a word, until my legs straddled his hips.

The bed bounced as he planted his hands on either side of my head. I could feel the loose strands of his hair tickle the tips of my knuckles. His breath warmed my skin. He was so close, I squirmed.

“Now, now. We can’t have that. Who else would blast porn on the speakers for me? I have to say – you’ve certainly got my full attention now.”

“I’m telling you! It was a computer virus!”

“Ahhh, yes. Of course. But see here, Missy-Moo, I’m in a terrible position now because of you. I can’t seem to focus on my report. And you know how important it is that I finish it today.”

Rough whiskers chased by velvet soft lips ran up my arms and found the sensitive skin of my neck.

My body prickled at the sensation; goosebumps ran up my back. Sucking in a breath, I managed a weak, “I don’t know… sounds like a you problem.”

A pause. Mister hovered over me, and I did not dare move. Then I felt him lean forward. Slowly. So very slowly.

Holy shit, Earth rotated faster than this man. What was he doing? I held my breath, internally begging him to kiss me, to lap at that soft spot just above my collar bone. That or kindly leave. Because I couldn’t stand another moment waiting with bated breath. Everything inside me clenched uncontrollably.

I should have known better.

I gasped as his teeth sank into my flesh. My body shuddered as he bit down hard. My core roared hot, and my legs twisted tightly, trying to find the necessary friction to ease the pounding aching between them. Electric fire ran through my veins.

Welp, guess I’m wearing a turtleneck to work Monday.

He kept applying more force, his teeth imprinting themselves on me. Branding me. My hips twitched against him as the shock of his bite ripped through me. The pain mounted with each passing second until I couldn’t stand it anymore. My hands shot out, pressing against his chest, fisting the blue long-sleeved shirt I bought him last Christmas.

I cried out for him to stop. Mister chuckled, his throat vibrating against my skin, and clamped down harder, just for a moment, before releasing me. Relief flooded me, washing over me like a tidal wave. My chest heaved as I glared up at those villainous clover eyes.

“That hurt!”

Mister grinned wickedly, one hand sliding underneath my sweater, cupping a breast. He ran a thumb over my nipple, already hard under his touch. A moan escaped me.

“Did it now? It’s so hard to tell with you sometimes. Your body is saying one thing and that pretty little mouth of yours says something else. Now, which one is lying to me you think?”

He twisted my nipple painfully between his thumb and forefinger before releasing it. I whimpered at the suddenness of it.

“Obviously…” Another agonizing pinch, “…someone here…” I gasped as his nail dug into the tender bud, “…has trust issues.”

Mister’s smirk widened, white teeth flashing through the dark shadow of his trimmed beard. I arched, whining, as he crushed my poor nipple. He was going to tear it off at this rate. Yet somehow, in my broken messed up brain, the pain raged into searing ecstasy. I struggled to breathe as a surge of red-hot pleasure flooded my core.

My sweater was pulled up. I tried to pin it down with my elbows, but Mister won out, a grunt of satisfaction rumbled from him when cold air pimpled my skin. Then those deliciously evil fucking lips latched onto my other breast, his tongue ran circles around the nipple. Pure agony and bliss played out simultaneously on my chest.

I was fucked.

My hips bucked, convulsing. I was nearing the edge.

Then - nothing. Mister vanished like a ghost. My pleasure crumbled into emptiness, a wrecked groan spilling from my lips, dragging into a desperate, needy whine. My body throbbed, robbed of sweet release.

Mister stood up, grabbed my laptop, and flipped it open with a smirk. His eyes flicked to mine, sharp and knowing.

"Trust issues, huh. Let’s test that theory, shall we?"

“Give that back!” I roared, leaping up onto my feet. I stretched onto my tippy toes, frantic to snatch my computer away and yeet it out the nearest open window, never to harm anyone - especially me - ever again.

But Mister only had to raise the damn thing up a few inches for my efforts to be in vain. He tapped through the browser window as I pounded his chest with my fists. He smirked fiendishly.

“Patience, patience, I’m almost there… ahhh found it…”

I froze. A sinister look dawned over Mister’s features as he read the title of the video.

Daddy trains my ass for the first time

If there was ever a moment for God to strike me down, it was now. I was ready to leave this plane of existence - forever.

Mister’s green eyes found mine, his face horribly smug. If only I was two feet taller and a hundred pounds heavier, I’d smack his stupidly handsome mouth.

“I told you,” I grunted, launching into the best all-star lay up I could manage, “to,” another leap, “fuck off!”

Mister snatched my wrist like some triumphant god of war and effortlessly used it to spin me around and pin me to the bed. My arm twisted uncomfortably behind my back, and I huffed and screamed in frustration.

“Well, well. Now I just have to see this. For educational purposes, of course. How does Daddy do it?”

Then Mister’s voice drew close, whispering menacingly in my ear, “I especially love this image right here. All those tears. Were you wanting to cry like this too?”

“You’re a monster! Get off me you…you sick freak!”

A low, threatening chuckle but Mister didn’t move. Instead, he placed the laptop right by my face and pressed the play button.

Soft crying filled the house - fucking hell. The laptop was still connected to the goddamn speakers.

The wet squelch of a hand pumping in and out of the actress’s dripping core filled me with burning heat. Her moans of pleasure matched mine own – only mine were in dismay.

Mister, still holding me down, studied the film. I tried to wrestle my other arm free - tried to find a way to snap my laptop in half, run away, change my name, and disappear.

But Mister only shoved me down harder onto the mattress, pressing the air out of my lungs. A hard slap warmed my ass. A warning.

I buried my head in the comforter. Tears pooled and slipped down my face as I endured the sound of someone spitting, then the grunts and groans of hot needy sex as some girl’s asshole got pounded into next week. Her cries rang in my ears.

Suddenly, a hand snaked under my leggings, cresting over the curve of my asscheek. The thong I had on did little to prevent the slow invasion between my legs. I whimpered as Mister found me wet and wanting.

Wordlessly, two fingers slid up and down my entrance, coating themselves in my desire. He teased me, only petting when my body yearned for more. I tried to grind myself against him, but he managed to shift his hand just enough to keep me at his fingertips.

Mister continued to torture me as the sound of the girl’s breathing grew ragged. Her groans were pained. So were mine.

“I think I’ve seen enough.”

With the video still playing out, Mister pulled away and his hand cruelly abandoned my core. I cried out in dismay, hating that I was left so on edge. But then his weight shifted on the bed so that he straddled my legs, pinning them between his knees as he wrenched my backside up and yanked down my pants.

He smacked my bottom and growled, “Time to show you how Daddy really trains his baby girl’s ass.”

My stomach flopped and panic raced through my veins.

“No! Let me go!” I shouted, clawing at the covers. But Mister’s hands shot out, mercilessly gripping my wrists, pulling them behind my back. He palmed them in one hand, using them to pull me against the rough fabric of his jeans. He was rock hard.

One finger hooked the delicate fabric of my thong, pulling it back before letting it snap against my skin. I could tell he was enjoying the view. Then in one He-Man like swipe, Mister fucking ripped off my panties, the thin fabric briefly wedging into my soaking heat before tearing away.

He tossed them aside and started to unbutton his jeans. The sound of his zipper was loud despite the porn’s vulgar moans blasting from the speakers.

“Please. I don’t want this. I’m begging you! I’ll do anything else - I swear!" I bargained. I was willing to negotiate pretty much anything at this point - my firstborn child, my life savings, my right arm. He could name it, and it would be his.

I’ve done plenty of anal but never without lube and never without plenty of warm up. If Mister was planning on doing anything like what was in that video, I was beyond fucked.

Mister easily slid two fingers into my heat, scissoring them inside me. Each slow pump squelched, mocking me. My body was committing a betrayal of the highest order.

“My sweet little thing,” Mister purred, “I’m struggling to believe what you say when your body is so clearly telling me the opposite.”

I felt his erection rub along the mess at the apex of my thighs. It was molten steel.

I craned my neck back, locking with his gleaming emerald eyes. A question burned in them –watching, waiting. A temperature check. He was giving me a choice. I could end this if I wanted.

Despite being terrified, seeing that look steeled my decision. No matter what, if it ever was too much, I’d just say the word and I knew he would stop in an instant. But we both knew I wouldn’t.

Why?

Cuz deep down, I fucking loved this.

I screwed up my face and spat.

A pathetic, damp bubble landed on the comforter.

Mister cocked his head. A slow blink. One eyebrow lifted. Alarm bells shrieked in my head, but I didn’t care.

Who needs to shit these days anyway?

“Go ahead, that right there is all the fucking lube I need. Since you’re always such a pain in my ass, I can’t imagine having it any other way!”

I don’t think I had ever seen Mister smile as menacingly he did now. The beast wasn’t just uncaged, it was rampaging.

“Missy, you really are something else.”

He jerked my arms back, lifting my chest up off the bed. I yelped as he snatched one of my breasts and squeezed, his nails slicing into soft skin. His hand then dragged down my chest, my stomach, leaving angry red lines where his nails scraped my skin until they reached that sensitive nub down below.

A slap and I cried out. Another smack connected with that bundle of nerves, making me see stars, and I tried to rear back, twisting for an escape, for something. But Mister held me firm. His breath hot in my ear as he snarled.

“Your ass is mine, brat.”

Without missing a beat, Mister threw me forward, smashing my face into the bedding. I could hardly breathe. He hocked and spat, his warm spittle landing between the valley of my cheeks. A finger roughly shoved it into my backside, pushing past the ring of muscle. Pain shot through me, but I couldn’t even scream with my face smothered in the sheets. Spots exploded in front of my eyes.  

A second finger entered, forcefully spreading me apart. It was violent and dirty, and I hated it. A few more burning thrusts and a third joined the two. Tears cascaded down, wetting the fabric under me. If I could sob, I would have. At first my body fought against his hand, but then slowly adjusted, allowing him to plunge deeper into me. Suddenly, he withdrew, leaving me raw and open.

Mister took a wrist in each hand and tugged me up. I sucked in air, my head light and dizzy. I felt the tip of his cock at my backside, testing his angle. I cried harder than I ever had before, my body trembling at what was to come.

“Missy…”

With great effort, I looked back at Mister. His eyes were green flames dancing over me. Taking in my tears, my anguish. I understood the silent ask, the nudge to tell him it was too much. But I wanted this. I always have. Watching those girls in the pornos always made me mad with heat. As fucked up as it was, I wanted to shatter like they did. I wanted Mister to wreck me, to use me. Only Mister had the power to do so.

Because I let him.

My mouth twitched upward as I taunted him, “I didn’t take you for a man that’s all talk.”

His growl shook my soul.

“Let’s see if we can’t get you looking like that girl in the video, sweet thing. So pretty and abused.” His voice was savage and hungry.

And with that, he pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Until I though my asshole was going to rip apart. My teeth gnashed as I bit back a wail. He was huge and his entire length burned as it forced its way in, cramping my stomach. I sobbed, shattered, and burned for more all at once.

Mister jerked my arms back, using them to help pull him into me. I didn’t even have the strength to fight him. My head hung limply as I bawled like a babe. Mister groaned, deep and satisfied, as my body clenched around him. He had finally sheathed himself entirely in me.

“Good fucking Lord, you’re so fucking tight.”

Despite myself, I barked a hoarse laugh. “I don’t think God will approve of you saying His name in vain while cock-deep in my asshole.”

Mister caught himself before he collapsed on top of me, laughter rolling off him.

“I think God would understand that there are exceptions for circumstances like this,” He paused, catching his breath, “Holy shit, Missy. You’re gripping me like nothing else.”

We were both heaving. Sweat coated my entire body as I slowly adjusted to his invasion. Then Mister began to pump into me, my stomach twisting uncomfortably.

His fingers dug in, heat blooming beneath his grip. The sharp sting mixed with the aching stretch as he drove deeper. A series of moans dripped off my lips as he found a rhythm. His balls slapped wetly against my pussy.

My core was a scorching oven - I was boiling alive from the heat of it. It dripped down my thighs, onto the sheets. I was so full yet so empty as Mister rocked into me.

My cries turned to moans when his hands released my wrists, letting me collapse onto the bed. Confident fingers teased at my clit, mixing the pain with pleasure, undoing me.

Mister grunted - deep, raw, needy. He was close.

“Cum with me, baby,” he whispered, a near plea that sent shivers down my spine.

I leaned back on him, touching myself. Taking my abused nipples in my own hands, pinching and pulling them.

Mister urgently dipped two fingers into me, sliding into my core. He curled them expertly, rubbing my upper wall as his thumb pressed onto my clit. I screamed in delight, swells of poker-hot ecstasy slamming into me. His pace increased, ravaging my back end like an animal. I was teetering at the edge of no return. And so was he.

A growl ripped through Mister as he bucked hard against me, his cum spilling into me, filling me up. I ground my ass into him, wringing every last drop. I was almost - almost there.

And then he bit me. Again, on the shoulder. Hard.

Fuck me and the seven levels of hell.

My body exploded, pulsating as blood rushed into every limb. A shrill cry peeled out of me as I convulsed. Endlessly.

I crumpled into the bed, falling to my side with Mister next to me, still inside me. We gasped for air. Our hearts pounded as one.

And that damn porno was still blaring.

I looked over at Mister and burst out laughing, shaking my head.

“God damn, computer viruses are such a pain.” I giggled.

“Tell me about it.” Mister nipped at my ear playfully before reaching over me to finally turn it off.

Mister pulled me in close, showering me with kisses. His hands running down my arms, my legs, ever so tenderly.

“You are just so perfect,” he whispered breathlessly. My heart swelled as I snuggled into him, drinking in the smell of his sweat and aftershave.

We didn’t move for a long while. Just stayed in each other’s arms, breathing together.

Suddenly, I bolted up. “Your report!” I spun around to Mister, my eyes wide, “Hurry! You need to finish it!”

Mister propped his head up, beaming, his sea-green eyes bright and playful.

“Oh, that silly thing?” He stretched lazily, smirking. “I finished that hours ago.”

“You - you asshole!” I sputtered, smacking his chest.

Mister chuckled, effortlessly catching my wrists as I pummeled his chest.

“But I’m your asshole.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

And always will be….