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Calloused hands gently held your arms in place as you were bound by the wrists. Stanley had insisted on it, of course- he wanted to try something new, spice things up between the two of you. He loved to make things interesting when it came to Y/N. He loved surprising you, making you feel special, feel unique.
And nothing made him more excited than the intimacy you shared in the privacy of his bedroom.
“There we go, baby, nice and snug. You all good? Not too tight?” Stan placed his hands at your waist, a smile tugging his lips as he watched you feign a struggle. Caution was important here, safety a primary precaution.
“I’m fine , darling, you did a wonderful job.” Your voice was a purr, low and rumbling in your throat with excitement.
“And you remember our safeword?” Gods, your skin was so soft. He couldn’t stop touching your warm, soft belly. “If you get overwhelmed, you know what to do?”
“Yellow to slow down, red to stop, black for subdrop. I remember, Stan, I promise”
The scratch of his stubble grazed your bare shoulder as the old conman planted small, soft kisses on your neck. “ Good Kitten. You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you ?” His breath smelled so sweet, the lingering strawberry and chocolate notes mixing with the smoke and cologne on his skin.
The tone was.. Confident. Firm, and demanding, but not cruel or unpleasant. No, when Stanley spoke like that, it was a gift, a security blanket that wrapped your shoulders and warmed you to your core. His hands explored with abandon, amazed at the display of submission his lover had given him. This was the ultimate vulnerability, a complete surrender at the hands of a lover.
“ Yes, Daddy.. ” You whispered, shaking at his touch. “Whatever you want me to be.”
“ Good Kittenl, baby. Let me make you feel good .”
His grasp was an experienced one, that of a man who had loved many times in his life. Stan knew where to touch, to tease, how to hold you and guide you. The two of you had experimented with kink for quite some time now, and the results had rarely if ever been disappointing. A deft hand moved to part your legs as the other grasped your breast. Stan gently pressed his fingertips to your nipple, savoring the sharp breaths that escaped you. “So noisy, Kitten. You want this so badly, don’t you?”
All you could muster forth was a mewling “Mm-mhm!”, back arching hungrily at his taunting. But, suddenly he stopped, and leaned into the crook of your neck.
“ I need you to say it, Y/N. Say it for me. ”
Whimpering at the taunting, your voice cracked and you forced the words through your trembling lips. “ I need you to play with me, Daddy. I need it so badly.. ”
“ There it is, good Kitten.. ” Satisfaction on his baritone mumblings, he resumed with far more vigor, grasp returning as his right hand slid up to the warmth between your thighs. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the wetness there. “ Oh, baby, you’re so excited already~. ”
These games were his favorite part. Stanley thrived here, it was this niche. He wasn’t one for lavish gifts or fancy vacations, or the like. But he loved making his lover feel wanted. Dominance, to him, was worship, It was an opportunity to glorify your body, to elevate you like an exalted goddess, and bring you bliss.
Your surrender was to be rewarded, with mindless ecstasy.
Stan, with a hunger, prodded between your labia and allowed himself to tease his lover’s pussy recklessly. “ Listen to that. You’re such a messy little Kitten. Do you like the way Daddy touches you? ”
God, his hands were so warm, and the way he moved inside you. You could barely breathe, let alone think. Through the haze of fog you mumbled in affirmation, breath hitched at the little twitches and jerks in the walls of your most private place. “ I love it, Daddy, I love it when you’re inside me- ” Another moan, quite louder than the last, was quickly muffled by a hand over your mouth.
“ Ssshh, not so loud, baby. You don’t want Ford to hear us, do you? ” The question was more of a taunt- his brother was deep in the bowels of the lab by now, far from where your beautiful voice could reach him. No, he just loved the shade of pink that now crept across your face, the heat on your skin. It was stunning, the way you blushed under him. He loved making you turn that color.
His exploration of your body was relentless. With every thrust and touch and bite, he rediscovered the things about you that Stan so loved to uncover, to expose to the light of day. The spots of your most private place that elicited the right moans, the patch of skin on your neck that, when bitten, elicited the most stunning of moans, Oh, his excitement only rose. It felt like a kid in a candy store, the delight in his chest.
His thumb impatiently pressed your clit in slow, soft circles. It was dizzying, the shockwave that unfurled up your body.
“ St a nl e y.. ” You moaned, gasping as your legs began to quake.
“ Sssh, Kitten. Just enjoy it. Daddy wants to play with your button a bit more. ”
That made you shudder. The way he seemed to claim you without hesitation, it pulled at your soul. It stirred you, made you crave him all the more.
The movement got more and more enthused as he sneered down at you, watching you writhe and squirm about. It was quite the show, to see you shake about like that, desperate to scream, to moan, to call his name. But you dare not speak, not make a sound. Not if you wanted him to keep going.
Stanley pulled his fingers slowly from inside you, marveling at the shimmer you left behind. “ Oh, baby, you’re such a mess for me. ” With sadistic glee, slipped the tips of his fingers into your mouth and held you by your jaw. “ Taste yourself for me, Kitten. ”
It was a torturous bliss, these little humiliations he gave you. Stanley loved to rub your nose in it when he got to take charge, but you would be a liar if you said it didn’t turn you on all the more.
The taste was bitter, but you barely noticed it, gagging against them as his fingers prodded into your mouth. He knew how to make you bashful, how to make you weak.
Watching the look in your eyes aroused him in ways he couldn’t articulate. The desperation, the humiliation, and yet a glimmer of joy in those beautiful, brilliant eyes. To think that such a vibrant person, so independent, so self assured, was completely devoted to him ?
Satisfied with his display, he gently retracted his grip and moved in to kiss you. It was a deep one, hungry and longing, a claim on you that was met with equal fervor. Animalistic in his craving, Stan gave in to his baser instincts and threw you into the bed with a joyous * thud *.
The rough skin of his palms moved to part your legs as Stan moved to his knees, as if to worship at the altar of your body. You were so beautiful, so soft- he needed to break you.
Without hesitation, he brought his mouth to the lips of your pussy, plunging his tongue inside you and holding your hips with all his might. He worshipped the deepest parts of you with fervor and intention, as if your body were to be his last meal.
“S t a n l e y, oh *f u c k*-” Your voice was naught but whispers between moans now as you bucked against him. The sensation was maddening, the grip on your thighs a vice against your bucking hips. A prisoner to pleasure with no escape, no venue for respite.
Stanley would be the arbiter of your satisfaction. He would decide when you’d had enough.
‘Sweet Moses, Y/N tastes amazing..’ he thought, dragging himself up your labia to suckle hungrily at your clit. His gaze lifted to see, to his pride, that you had fallen into it completely now, You were lost in him, utterly shaken by one forced orgasm after another. Your body was breaking, your mind clouded by the bliss of it all. Meticulously, patiently, he returned to his task, now with twice the determination.
Your hips began to shake, and that made the old conman laugh under his breath. “ Good Kitten, that’s it. Cum for me again .” he whispered before returning to his task.
Slowly he pulled away from your loins and ran a sinful tongue across his lips. “ You hungry for my cock, Kitten? Do you want me to fuck you? ” It was such a mocking tone, so cruel and sadistic the way he spoke.
“Yes, Daddy, please- I need it! I need you inside me, Please! Fuck me, I want you to use me!” You whined between breathy pleading, a hunger in your eyes to be ravaged with abandon and without restraint.
He was harder than he had ever been in his life.
Swiftly and with a wicked grin, Stanley moved to push your knees to your shoulders. You squirmed under the weight of it all, biting your lip and gazing up with pleading eyes. “ Of course, baby. Since you asked so nicely, I’m going to ruin you . ”
He pressed the head of his cock to your quivering pussy and taunted you with every poke and prod. It surely fed his ego, the noises of eagerness you made at his teasing. Then, all at once, he pushed himself in and audibly gasped at the sensation of being fully enveloped by you. It was warm, and soft, and sopping from the feast he’d made of your pussy just moments before.
There was a moment that nearly felt like an eternity, where Stanley simply.. Stood there. Savoring the sensation of your insides so comfortably gripping him. The twitching of your walls, the sensational feeling of your heat all around him. Already the scent of sex lingered on your skin and he was *consumed* by it all. Sweet Moses, he loved being inside you.
And then, smiling like the cat that caught the canary, he bent over you and moved with slow, steady motion. Even now, so consumed by his lust and desire to fuck you senseless, he couldn’t help but bully you this way. Every stroke was with such cruel intention, that the grin on his face could light up the midnight sky.
The sound of him moving inside you, the sensation, that wicked grin- good lord, he made you feel so small. You loved that about this, in truth. You didn’t have to think, or choose, or be anything other than his. It was simple, comforting even. And the fact he became so obsessed with your pleasure in these moments only made it hotter.
The tip of his cock prodded deeper, and you could have sworn you felt yourself twitch.
Stan picked up his pace, and the squeaking that resulted delighted him. You were such a noisy little thing. He savored it though, pace only quickening further with every moan and murmurr.
Growling, Stanley brought his lips a mere whisper from your ear. His voice was demanding, rough, like a feral animal. “That’s it, take it Kitten. Daddy’s not done with you yet.”
“Th a nk yo u D a dd yyy!” You cried out, squealing with delight. Your mind was gone again, consumed by the feral instinct to fuck like rabbits. To breed and be bred until your legs gave out, like the beast you were. Your legs quickly latched onto his shoulders, holding on with all your strength, raising your hips to meet his pace.
Your enthusiasm only pleased him all the further, Stan now nestling his hands under your back to cradle you against him. Sweet Moses, you felt so damn good. Even with your healthy sex life the man was starving for his dick to be inside you any minute your clothes came off. The starlight on your shoulders, morning sun on your back- the time or place, it never mattered. The minute he saw you naked all he could think about was making you cum for him.
Over, and over, and over.
He could feel himself bottom out inside you, and it nearly pushed him over the edge. God, your insides were Heavenly. Something in him wished he could just be with you forever like this, bodies mingled in blissful union.
Your skin was so warm to the touch, Stan couldn’t keep his hands off you. He wanted all of you, every ounce, to know beyond a doubt how much he treasured this. How much he wanted you, needed you.
All the while, your mind was blank. Completely empty of thought or reason, only filled with him, his touch, his love, his hunger. You were unable to form words beyond his name at this point.
Leaning as far as he could, the old man growled with consummate hunger. “Cum for me again, baby. Cum for me. I wanna hear you scream.”
“Yesdaddyyesdaddy y e s s d a d d y y yy- ” Your back arched with a scream as every part of you trembled. You were blinded by it all. The longing, the climax, the ecstasy of it. You felt beautiful, desired. And as your toes curled, the fog of lust consumed you completely.
This, this was bliss. This was ecstasy, sweet and all-consuming. To have you, a person who could kill him with devastating ease, shake and struggle under him as you came over, and over, and over- the sounds of overwhelming lust muffled only by your gritted teeth.
When his warmth filled your womb in consummate bliss, you completely collapsed under Stanley and sunk into yourself. Contentment, serene satisfaction. Your devilish moans and stirring settled into a tired grin as Stanley kissed into your velveteen crimson lips. He parted his loins from within you, releasing his beloved and peppering your tired face with small, affectionate kisses.
“You did so good, Y/N, I’m so proud of you. Such a good Kitten.” He cooed sweet praises as the man worked to unbind you, the ropes quickly tossed aside and left on the floor. Your soft, delicate wrists were marked with rope burn and constriction marks that Stanley brought to his lips.”You did amazing”
Exhausted and beaming, you pulled your lover’s arms around you and nuzzled under his chin. “That was everything I hoped it would be, Stan.. thank you. Thank you for everything.”
“Anything for you, doll. I’m just glad you had a good time.”
The two of you laid there, blankets covering your weary bodies as Stanley laid there, arms around his darling and holding you tight. He hadn’t felt this way since he was young. So safe, so connected to you, so grateful to be with a partner who trusted and revered him this way. It was the first he had felt this much love in decades, and he was never letting go.
Not of you. Not for anything.