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‘Lay there and fucking take it.’
The hard smacking sounds flooding into your ears caused your legs to spread wider underneath the sheets. The pads of your fingers were rubbing tight circles over your clit, and you gripped the side of the pillow with your free hand as you braced for an orgasm.
‘That's it, just like a good slut should.’
The grunts only got louder as the smacking sounds picked up in speed, causing you to not hear the shaky exhale you let out as you felt yourself leak around your digits. Your hand was working faster than before and you pressed your forehead against your arm, bracing for the release. The light sheen of sweat over your skin made what little bit of clothing you still had on cling to your body, and your legs tensed up as the sounds surrounding you got more hedonistic. The insults that were once being thrown at you had slowly turned into praises, and you felt yourself succumb to your own pleasure just as the man’s voice became a mess of whimpers and moans. The feeling was intense but you rode it out, not letting up till the pulsing feeling in your pussy started to settle down.
Still catching your breath, you let out a heavy sigh while you pulled one of your earbuds out. The sound was abruptly cut from the other one, and you slowly started to open your eyes as your legs straightened under the sheets. Your chest was heaving but you already felt way more relaxed than you were before.
That was until you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom doorway. You hastily shuffled under the sheet, feeling flustered as a tall figure cast a shadow in the dim room. Kento was unclasping his cufflinks as he said casually, “Mm, you’re still up?”
It was late, but not as late as it usually was when he got home from working overtime. You weren’t expecting him for at least another hour or two, and your expression conveyed as much. He seemed to catch on and one corner of his lips turned up as he started walking towards you.
“Why do you look so surprised?”
You turned your head to dodge his eye contact, and felt his fingers brush your hair aside to pull out the other earbud you had forgotten about up to this point. The tip of your ear burned as you could hear his voice, much closer now and dropped a few octaves.
“Were you watching something?”
“Not necessarily..,” you said with your chin tucked, parts of your face hidden behind your hair. You didn’t look up till you felt the bed dip from his weight as he sat on the edge of it. He must’ve gauged from your reaction with the way he gently pushed back your hair, now speaking in a voice more like his own.
“If it pleased you, I’d at least like to know what it is.”
But that’s the thing. Usually this wasn’t so difficult. The both of you were comfortable enough in the relationship to not be unsettled by the other's occasional masturbation session. But it was the material in question that made you feel even more guilty now than back just before you had hit play. Now you were forced to confront it.
“It’s just a-, um… An audio…”
Instead of having to explain yourself further, you forfeited your phone over to him. Though you didn’t look at him directly, you still watched his face closely, trying to spot any changes in his expression. But he stayed unchanged, giving you no clue as to what he thought as he read through the embarrassingly long list of taglines in the audio file’s description.
[M4F] Stay the night… HARD Dom Edition [MDom] [Brat taming] [Choking] [Hair Pulling] [Spanking] [pussy slapping] [hard fuck] [lots of degredation] [Dirty Talk] [Male Moans] [Sex sounds]...
That wasn’t even the half of it, and eventually Kento placed your phone down on the mattress beside your hip. He didn’t seem upset but you couldn’t meet his eyes fully when he said, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I just figured this was the best… alternative, I guess,” you explained yourself even if there was no pressure to. Not wanting to dig yourself into a deeper hole, you gave out a shy laugh and an eye roll as you said passively, “Since you’re always telling me you don’t want to hurt me.”
It was true. You knew Kento was strong and could have a bit of a mean streak when provoked by the wrong person, but never once has he directed any of that at you. It was something you could appreciate about him, his gentleness towards you. But maybe there was something about being in such a healthy relationship that made you crave a bit more toxicity. You’ve given him permission in the past to be a bit rougher with you, but he’d always say that he preferred to take care of you. If anything he was more like a pleasure dom, always seeking ways to draw out more and more from you till you felt faint and brainless. You knew in that sense you were spoiled, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. But you’ve always been curious as to what a rougher side of him would be like.
“I don’t,” he responded simply, an easy half smile on his face.
Sighing exasperated, you said, “Yeah, cuz you’re sooo strong, Mister former jujutsu sor-”
You had been looking off to the side but your attention was pulled back to him when you felt one of his hands cup your jaw, turning your cheek up so you were looking at him directly. Any time this topic was brought up, his usual response was calm and collected. He could be a man of few words but that was because he knew how to use them. But this time your eyes widened as you noted the strange sort of smile he wore on his face. It wasn’t outright hostile but it did give off an air of passive aggression. Was he actually irritated with you? The kiss he planted on your forehead said otherwise, but you still felt confused even after he pulled back. The force in his grasp wasn’t painful, but you couldn’t move from it even if you wanted to. Maybe you were reading into it too much, but it felt like he was silently conveying something. That this was a subject better left abandoned. That his strength was truly something not to be prodded at. It left you in a cold shock even after he let you go, leaving to prepare for bed.
—
You were certain that touch was supposed to be your warning sign, but it had the opposite effect days later when you called him. You were home and he was at work, and you laid precariously in bed with your phone pressed up to one ear, waiting for him to pick up. He did at the second ring and immediately answered with, “Hey, baby, I meant to message you earlier but I might have to stay late again.”
That typically wasn’t the response you were hoping for, but in this instance it worked in your favor. Your voice was intentionally low and playful as you said, “That’s a shame… I was hoping you’d make it home in time for-”
Your breath caught in your throat, which was followed up with a self indulgent laugh. There were several seconds of silence on the line till you heard him say, “You seem… preoccupied.”
You looked down at yourself, fingers continued to work over your aching clit as you said, “That’s one way to put it.”
He clucked his tongue, and you figured he was looking around his cubicle before saying in a stern near-whisper, “Now’s not really the time..”
Another laugh trickled from your lips as you said, “You gonna stop me?”
More silence and now you were starting to wonder if this was maybe a bad idea. You hadn’t done something like this before, but just as you were second guessing yourself, you heard him answer back.
“Yes.”
Then the phone line cut out.
—
By the time Kento had arrived home you were already dressed and standing in the kitchen, pretending to be preoccupied by the pantry while he walked through the door. Poking your head out, you smiled at him warmly as you said, “Hey, I thought you were staying late.”
“Don’t act coy,” he said with furrowed brows, standing in the entryway.
Heading to the kitchen, you spoke from over your shoulder to hide the smirk on your face, “I don’t know what you mean.”
You could hear him taking off his shoes and he didn’t respond till he was standing in the doorway, a narrowed expression on his face as he said, “I think you do.”
You weren’t doing much of anything, but tidying up the kitchen gave you an excuse to avoid his knowing glare as he got closer to you. His steps were slow as they approached you, and you heard him speak in a low voice, “I had to come up with a lie to my boss as to why I couldn’t stay late. Not that I care, but it would’ve been easier to do if I didn’t have this to hide.”
Your breath was pushed from your lungs when he suddenly pulled you back to lean against his chest. The curve of your spine could feel the hard-on in his tailored slacks. His large hand was over your rib cage, fingers spread out to cover more surface area. The intensity of his gaze when you finally looked back at him made you feel incredibly small, but you still managed to say, “Well, you’re home now so…”
“So all should be forgiven?” he said, one brow raised.
“Mm-hm,” you said with a tight smile and bright eyes. That didn’t win him over, and instead you felt even closer to him as his free hand went up to grip your face. He turned your body and his so that you were facing each other now. It felt much like how it did the last time he did this, but there was something different this time that made it feel far more overpowering. Maybe it was because he no longer had his suit jacket on, and you could see the muscles rippling out from his button up. Each inhale he took puffed out his broad chest, and the clench in his jaw made you swallow a knot in your throat. You’ve seen this shirt - this body - so many times before, but the way he was standing over you now made you keenly aware of what exactly you were dealing with. Who you were provoking.
“It doesn’t work like that,” he said coldly and let go of your face abruptly. You almost wished he hadn’t till he followed that up with, “You better be naked in bed by the time I get there.”
He was already loosening his tie and you hopped back to give an enthusiastic ‘Yes, sir!’ before heading off to the direction of the bedroom. Inside, you stripped down to your underwear and sat on the bed. You couldn’t decide how to sit but just before he walked through the door you laid down on your stomach, hands propping up your chin above the foot of the bed. You assumed he would’ve liked the display but instead he scowled down at you as he said, “I thought I said naked.”
You realized then that you did technically disobey his order by still having your panties on, but you looked back to peak at the lace thong, and wiggled your hips from side to side as you batted your lashes up at him, “I know but I just got these new panties and I wanted to show them off-”
Before you could finish speaking, your eyes widened as you watched him suddenly lean over you. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you certainly felt it when his fingers curled in on the crux of the flimsy fabric, gripping it and pulling it back till it tore from your body completely. You felt the tearing of the threads against your hip bones before they snapped, but it all happened too fast for you to really grasp what was going on till he was standing up again, this time with the now tattered panties in his hand. He let it fall to the floor as he said, “I meant all of it.”
Okay so maybe fabric tearing wasn’t necessarily the greatest test of strength but considering it would’ve taken you at least a dozen tries to achieve what he did in a matter of seconds was compelling to say the least. Such a display of brute strength only made you more aroused, and you pressed your thighs tightly together as you watched him roll up his sleeves to reveal his vascular forearms.
Not wasting time, Kento unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It hovered just over your face, heavy and pulsing with desire. He held it at the base, languidly stroking it while his other hand gripped roughly at your hair - another thing he’s never done to you before. It caused you to blink up at him with a heavy look in your eyes, and he kept his cock just out of reach from your panting lips as he said, “This is everything you wanted, isn’t it?”
The question was rhetorical, but you couldn’t answer regardless since he decided to bring the tip of his cock to your lips. He pulled your scalp back hard enough that you let out an exhale, your warm breath blanketing over his cock. It caused more blood to pulse to the engorged tip, and he let out a sound that was a half sigh and groan. He still held onto fistfulls of your hair in one hand but he loosened his grip enough to allow you to start working your lips over him. It started with you dotting wet kisses over it until he was guiding your head and subsequent mouth back and forth, forcing you to take him as far down your throat as you could. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes and you had to regulate your breathing, but nothing could stop you from wanting to please him more. From wanting to see how far his anger could go with you.
“Turn over on your back,” he said eventually, letting loose of your hair so you could follow orders. Your head nearly hung off the bed but that seemed to be exactly what he wanted. His cock still hung heavy in the air as he brought his hands down to your throat. They pressed down just enough to hold you in place, making your throat his own personal fuck hole. Every time he pushed his hips deep into it, you were nearly suffocated by his balls, but rejoiced in hearing his pleased groans from up above. He constricted his hands a little tighter around your throat and started to move his hips more freely, the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. He was using your mouth like a toy but you found yourself dizzy with arousal, focusing on him and how to make him feel better. You liked to think he sensed your devotion with the way moans spilled from your lips, and your knees were raised off the bed as you squeezed your thighs together.
You jolted when he smacked his hand against the side of your tit. He must’ve liked the way it drew harsher sounds from the back of your throat, and did it several more times till the skin started to prickle and flush. By the time he was preparing to cum you were lost in the feeling of desire, tears and drool streaming down the sides of your face as you prepared yourself to take his load. His cock twitched furiously in your mouth, almost in sync to the sounds escaping his mouth. That was right before he gave one final thrust and stilled inside. His grasp on your throat was still controlled but he managed to maintain his composure despite shuddering above you.
Once he was drained he pulled out of you and helped you to sit up. You appreciated the hand but you weren’t done with seeing his dominant side yet. While you sat with your legs tucked under you, you noticed the calmed expression on his face. Too calm for your liking, so when he started to bend down to kiss you, you sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck to meet him halfway. He looked pleased while you pulled in closer, and you made sure to keep your lips strategically closed till he started to warm up to the kisses you shared. When his lips started to part yours encouragingly, that was when you let his cum spill from your mouth into his.
The force at which he pushed you back left a line of spit that connected your lips to his and it broke as you fell back onto the bed. You bounced on your elbows before steadying yourself, and looked up to see Kento already crawling over you. You could tell by the deep scowl on his face that he wasn’t happy, and his eyes never left yours even as he ran his hands up the back of your legs. He maneuvered them so your thighs were spread apart wide, nearly touching the mattress below. Forced to look up at him in this vulnerable position, you watched as he tilted his head down and spat the cum directly onto your pussy. You shuddered at the warmth of it, but that was nothing compared to the way his fingers felt spreading the mixture of fluids around. He was sitting up now, one hand still gripping the back of your knee while he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“A good bitch would have swallowed,” he said in a stern voice, and you noticed his tie thrown over his shoulder. He was still almost completely dressed, even his wrist watch still on. Seeing it now you remembered the first time trying it on, how easily it would slip off of you because of the difference in size. His fingers were proportionally big, and you watched as two of them started to push into you - pushing his cum into you.
You had achieved exactly what you wanted but you still played along as you said in a faux naive voice, “How was I supposed to know if I was never taught?”
“Hm. Maybe you make a good point,” he said, and slowly dragged his fingers out just as he was starting to build something up inside of you. It left you aching and needy but before you could beg for more, he ordered you to open your mouth. You did as such and accepted his fingers, cleaning them at his instruction. When he pulled them out he wiped the excess spit over one of your tits, as if it was a disposable napkin. You didn’t know why you found that so hot.
He used that hand to loosen his tie and pulled it over his head. He let go of your knee and leaned in, supporting himself on one arm as he said, “..But I still can’t trust that mouth of yours.”
You could tell where this was heading, and assisted by holding your hair out the way while he wrapped the tie around your face to serve as a gag. The material was incredibly soft and carried the faint scent of his cologne, which was clean with deep amber notes. You almost forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment by the time he pulled back, but was swiftly reminded when he elevated your hips with another pinning of your knee. His shirt was a bit ruffled now but you could see the muscles poking through, especially in his arms and chest.
He never tore his gaze away from you even as his free hand went back down to start touching you again. You felt the pads of his fingers work over your inner labia, stimulating your nerves while expertly avoiding your clit. They worked in slow patterns until they started to slip back inside of you, and that caused you to tilt your head back to let out a pleased exhale through the tie. Just when your lungs were empty you felt a hard slap on your clit and jolted in complete surprise. You looked up to see Kento’s hand hovering over your mound, his fingers no longer inside of you. He had struck you in your most sensitive area, and it all happened so fast that it almost felt like you had imagined it. And you were doubly confused when the heel of his palm went down to rub against the afflicted area. It felt good in a strange way, like he was massaging away the pain, but you didn’t trust to look away just yet. Not until his fingers were back in you, curving upward with the intent of getting a reaction out of you. It worked, and you gripped the sheets below you as you let your head fall back again. He knew all the right buttons to push to have you dazed with lust beneath him, and just when you started to feel heat building up in you, he abruptly pulled out to deliver another harsh slap.
Looking up at him, his expression was unchanged but you saw the hints of a smirk playing across his face as he palmed your pulsing clit again. He repeated this pattern over and over. Fingering you to near ecstasy, your battered pussy dripping with a combination of fluids. Waiting for the telltale signs of you getting close to climaxing and then delivering another smack. The placating touches that followed soon after was the best and worst part. They were too much but also exactly what you needed. It was dizzying, maddening, the reactions he was pulling out of you, and once again your face was a mess of tears and drool. He was clearly getting a kick out of this, and he probably would’ve gone on for longer if your body hadn’t reached its limit. It happened when he smacked your clit harder than before and you came with the next round of palming he delivered.
He clucked his tongue at you but still allowed for your hips to grind against his palm. When they settled down he gave you a disapproving look as he said, “I see we still have a lot to work on.”
He was gracious enough to wait till you were fully down from your high before pulling his hands away, and you laid back to catch your breath while you heard the sounds of clothes rustling. When you rolled to your side, you saw him peeling off his button up. His pants followed soon after and he simply said, “Ass in the air.”
Despite your shaky muscles, you found yourself eagerly following his command, and turned to face your back to him before bending over. When you looked back you could tell he was ready with the way his hips would meet his fist, pumping his cock to full hardness. He was transfixed on your pussy, like he couldn’t get enough of looking at it. He had a laser focus to him but his eyes were glazed over with lust, and you trembled a bit when you watched his tongue run across his lips. You usually weren’t this bold but something in you told you to bring your hand up between your legs and spread yourself open for him. He took in a sharp breath at the sight, and finally looked to your face to give you a satisfied smirk.
“Good girl,” he said, placing a hand on your hip while the other held up his shaft. He tapped the head against your waiting hole before starting to push inside of you. It was thick enough that when he stopped at just the tip, it already felt like you were being plugged. Your fingers dug into the sheets in anticipation, the side of your cheek resting against the mattress, staggered breathing still coming through the gag. You started to get impatient the more you waited for him to move, and even started wiggling your hips at him. You expected him to scold you for that but instead he made a pleased groaning sound before saying, “Yeah, keep doing that.”
You couldn’t really tell what you were doing but with his hands on your hips, he started to guide them back and forth on his cock. The slow drag made you feel every inch being pushed into you and he noted aloud how you were sucking him in. You started to move your hips more freely, and you fisted the sheets harder as you buried your face in them. That only lasted for as long as it took him to bend forward and grab another fistful of your hair. He pulled your head back so you were looking at him, and you winced at the way he was pressing against your cervix. It was the good kind of pain, and he pulled your head back far enough so he could speak in your ear, “I want to be able to hear your regret.”
His back straightened but he still held a tight grip to your scalp. His other hand was squeezing the flesh of your hips and you could feel him eyeing your pussy as he said, “..Judging by how wet you are, I'm guessing you have none.”
The tips of your ears burned as you heard the sounds of his hips connecting with yours. The both of you were putting in work but any time your hips would move faster he’d grip you harder to control the pace. He’d slow you down when he felt you getting a little too excited, and speed back up to keep you on edge. It was a torturous cycle that kept you from feeling the relief you so desired, and you started to babble out the same words over and over through the neck tie.
“What was that?” he slowed down just enough to let you speak, but considering your current state, it was hard to be coherent. You knew you were a mess, but not so much so that he would pull out of you and turn you on your back. Your legs instinctually spread open as he bent over you, but that was just to pull the tie off of you. When he stood back up he had a look of concern in his eyes as he asked you to repeat yourself.
Your eyes were watery saucers and your hole was gaping for him as you said in a small voice, “Please, Kento… I-..wanna be fucked hard..”
Before you could hide your face behind your hands, you felt your weight be effortlessly lifted off the bed as you heard a, “C’mere, baby.”
Your arms instinctively went around his neck but you looked up at him with surprise as he held you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers dug into your thighs as he started to kiss your tears away. You could feel his member pulsing between you two as he smiled and said, “Your honesty is cute.”
Your eyes glowed at that, and you wanted to tell him in that moment that you loved him, but that was before he pulled his hips back and guided yours back down onto his cock. You had never done it like this before - never knew it was possible - but he held you with a surprising amount of ease. You had to lock your ankles behind him to keep your legs from swinging, and you started to claw at his back as his pace picked up. He focused on pivoting his hips up into yours, causing a rapid clapping sound that was nearly drowned out by your moans.
“Fuck, Kento!” you were certain you were drawing blood with your fingernails but you couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling of being impaled by his cock. Every time he sheathed inside of you, you ground your hips down in a way that gave your clit stimulation, and your toes started curling as you pleaded for him to not stop. Or maybe you were pleading to stop. At this point you didn’t know what you were saying, so delirious with lust and love that there was no sense to be had. There was just the feeling of him: throbbing cock pumping into you, broad chest heaving against yours, lips slick with spit as they cooed to you. He was noticeably more kind as compared to before. More like his usual self when he was fucking your brains out. And though this wasn’t what you had set out for, it was exactly what you needed right now. You felt yourself getting close and though you wanted to bury your head in his shoulder, he was telling you to look at him, to keep your chin up. His hands were too occupied to do it himself, and though you felt shy at first you knew that you wanted to make him happy.
You didn’t realize you had tears streaming down your face till he noticed, and Kento squinted down in concern before asking, “Are you okay?”
His pace got noticeably slower and you whined for him to not stop. He didn’t seem that convinced and you went as far as to bounce your hips down onto him, clutching the sides of his neck as you cried out, “Yes I’m okay I just love you! Pleasepleaseplease don’t stop!”
He was still hard and throbbing inside you but he was more focused on what you said more than anything else. You didn’t even recognize the weight of your words till Kento’s face shifted to something soft and he asked, “You love me?”
You ducked your head down low and then nodded. At this angle you could see right where your hips connected, and you watched as he started to pick up in pace. Eventually you had to pick your head back up and your face just so happened to have met Kento’s as he looked down at you. His lips immediately captured yours and you melted into the kiss the same way your bodies were melting into each other. At a certain point you both pulled back for air and that’s when Kento said breathlessly, “I love you too.”
Because he was just that cruel, it was then that he started to fuck you the way you had been begging for. He watched your face closely as it contorted into looks of pleasure, yearning and love. So full of love that when it got to the point of no return and he was asking you where he should cum, you looked back and forth between his eyes and his lips before saying, “Inside.”
When he cursed under his breath, you said gently, “It’s a safe day.”
“That’s good, it’s just-..”
Seems like it was his turn to be nervous, but that only lasted as long as it took him to bring his lips to your ear and whisper, “..I fantasize about fucking you pregnant one day.”
Though your limbs were weak you still found the strength to grab his face and pull his lips to yours. He was just as desperate to keep the momentum going but he couldn’t keep balance with his eyes closed for this long. He placed you down gently on the edge of the bed and started to climb over you as you crawled back. Once you were both in the center you wrapped your legs around him. He held himself up on one arm while his other hand pressed down on the lowest part of your belly, right over where you can feel his cock battering inside of you. The feeling caused your head to fall back and he took the chance to kiss down your neck, tongue dipping into the hollows of your collarbone while he fucked you deep and hard. You blubbered out a mixture of his name and moans while your legs tightened around him, and felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over you as the clapping sounds created by your bodies only got louder. Kento wasn’t the least bit ashamed, and even pressed one of your knees down on the bed to spur it on. At this angle, at the wielding of his two hands was where you felt yourself peak, and you pressed your forehead to his while you cried out. This entire time he’s been able to keep himself composed, but seeing the ruin you were now must’ve done something to him, because it wasn’t long till he was following you to your descent. He groaned as he came in you, and you shuddered at the feeling of being stuffed so full of him. You didn’t fully understand the extent to that until he started to pull out slowly. You both looked down between your bodies to see the tip of his cock still connected to your gaping hole by a line of cum. The sight of it was so lewd and yet when Kento met your eyes again, he was glowing with absolute pride.
“I love you,” you said, hands running up the back of his scalp to pull him closer. He kissed you back but you weren’t expecting it when he sunk himself back into you, relishing in the feeling of your warm sticky walls.
“I love you, too,” he said, sharing a smile with you.