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You come home from work, feeling exhausted from your long day of sorting papers and such. You walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge, grabbing a glass of wine. It was suspiciously quiet, you knew Paul would be home, you were home a little later than usual, your boss how to talk to you about whatever the fuck he wanted to talk to you about. You weren’t really paying attention to his words, all you kept thinking about is going home, and being with Paul. You’ve been so damn busy, and he has too, you guys haven’t had the chance to do the things you like to do. Like sex, or cuddling, or just watching tv.
“Paul?” you shouted out, taking a sip of your Rosé, walking into the living room. You hear a low groan coming from the bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows, walking into your shared bedroom with Paul. When you walk in, you see Paul, completely naked, handcuffs around his left hand and the bedpost. His other hand was gripping the bed sheets lightly, trying so hard not to touch himself. He was squirming, his cock was red and angry, some precum already leaking onto his stomach.
“Baby,” he moans out, high pitched, loud, God, he sounded like he was throwing a tantrum. He even looked like it too, his feet were moving impatiently as you took another sip of your wine, smirking at the sight. “Baby, please.” he strung out, making eye contact with you. His eyes were pleading for you, all watery and just pure lust. You look over to Paul’s right side, seeing a purple, large dildo next to him, and you smile. You bite your lip as you put down your wine on the dresser next to you, taking off your shoes. You took off your clothes, only leaving your bra and underwear on. You walk towards the pleading man in your bed, and start to straddle him, your knees digging into the side of his waist. Paul’s lone hand went straight to your breast, but you slapped it off, causing him to whine.
“No, no, no.” you tsked, waving your finger in his face. His long hair was sticking to his forehead, you could even see some of the hairs that were growing on his face, all scattered and perfect. You put your hand on his cheek, he leaned into it, purring into your hand. You grabbed the strap with your vacant hand, putting the tip of it by Paul’s lips, slapping his cheeks. His eyes almost practically shot open, his head whipped towards the dildo, he opened his mouth willingly, moving his head closer to the tip. He opened his mouth, his tongue messing with the tip, making you groan on top of him. You pulled it away, Paul’s hand turned into a fist, pounding it on the bed out of frustration. “Come on, Bunny, be patient.” Paul groaned at the pet name, his already hard cock twitched. You look at it, all angry, needy, red, begging for it to be touched. But not yet, you thought. You started to put the strap on over your underwear, Paul eyeing you as you did.
Once you were all ready, you gave it a few strokes, before putting it back by Paul’s mouth. He took it, or you, in his mouth, he was practically deep throating the silicon, gagging on it when you pushed your hips into his throat. You grabbed Paul’s hair, guiding him forcefully on your cock, watching his nose hit your stomach rhythmically. He looked up at you, and you groaned at the sight. His pure little eyes, all watery and dark. He knew how to make you all weak for him, Jesus, even his only hand available was on your thighs, you felt his nails dig into your skin as you fuck his mouth. You wish you could feel the vibrations of his moans while he was sucking you off, but seeing a tear run down Paul’s cheeks made it worth it. He was under your control, your control! He was handcuffed for fucks sake, you could do whatever you want to him, make him do whatever you want him to do. And you know he would enjoy every second of it.
You watch as Paul’s mouth starts to get wet, saliva dripping down his chin. What a beautiful sight, the noises are even better, the gagging, was driving you mad. You watch Paul hollow out his cheeks, watching him go further down the shaft, you didn’t even need to help him, your hand on the back of his hair was just so you can pull his hair every now and then, you love hearing those yelps when you do. You could watch this all day, seeing Paul under you, sucking on your cock. His smooth face was absolutely ruined, his eyes redder than ever, his pupils dilated, his lips red too around the dildo. Sometimes you just love pushing Paul over the edge, you gripping his hair harshly, forcing his head off of your cock. You admired the look he had, his mouth was parted, showing off his front teeth, only a little bit, his entire face wet from his tears and spit, he looked gorgeous.
You look over to your left, seeing a shiny, silver key resting on the nightstand. You grab it quickly, uncuffing Paul from the bedpost, and instead, handcuffed his right hand. You smiled to yourself as you did it, completely restricted. You take the strap off, setting it to the side for now. You also discard your underwear, throwing it somewhere on the ground. You straddle Paul once again, your clit touching the length of his dick, feeling it twitch under you. Your hand went straight to his cock, giving it slow, and long strokes, hearing Paul murmur as you do. You then lift it up, guiding it to your hole, and you slowly sink down into it. Both of you and Paul’s moans practically were harmonizing, your head tilted back as his whole length was inside you. You begin to grind on it, his pubes barely touching your clit, but fuck, it felt so good. Loud moans filled the room, Paul’s cuffed hands desperately trying to grab a hold of your tits, but you just leaned back, your hands on the other sides of his knees as you bounced on his cock. You were close to coming, feeling that stir in your stomach about to erupt. You started to clench around him, your moans becoming louder than his as you reach your climax. You slowed down, riding out your high. Paul hasn’t come yet, you felt that Paul was close though, you could always tell, his cock moves a lot inside of you. He even was holding his hands, clasping them tightly, since he couldn't grab anything else. He knew to wait to cum until you say so. Obedient little bunny.
You get off of him, hearing him sigh angrily. You grab the strap again, putting it back on, and you see Paul’s anger turn to pleading. With his cuffed hands, he reached for the silicon, wrapping it around his hands. You allowed it, he was admiring it, he deserved to look at it, seeing what’s about to be inside him. You grabbed his hair suddenly, he gasped at the sudden touch. “Get up, Macca, you’re gonna ride me.” you sneered, and he practically shot up, his face only being inches from yours now. You gave him a soft kiss before lying down where he was, now it was his turn to straddle you. You grabbed the lube from the bedside, handing it to Paul, instructing him to lather it on. He obeyed, you watched as his soft hands turned all wet, coating the dildo well. He then lined up your cock with his hole, and he sank down onto it, hissing through his teeth as he did. “You okay?” you murmured, and he just nodded fast, a soft smile growing on his face.
“‘M great,” he strung out, grinding his hips slowly, biting his lip, his head tilted back, exposing his Adam's apple. You smiled at him, grabbed a hold of his thighs, moving your hands up and down, feeling every inch of his beautiful, milky thighs.
“C'mon little bunny hop on my cock.” You said, and you watch Paul’s head quickly look at your eyes, his smile growing bigger. He then started to bounce, fast, his groans sounding so beautiful, he was hitting all the beautiful tones, his stomach was hidden by his hands, but you can see it bounce along with everything else. You looked down at his cock, the tip was hitting your navel, you could hear it smack. You reached to grab his cock, stroking it fast, matching his rhythm. This moan was ear piercing, you looked at his lips, his bottom one bleeding from him biting it too hard. You barely needed to stroke it long before ribbons of his cum shot out, some getting on your hand, some getting on your stomach. You just smile, watching Paul shaking on the strap, slowly riding out his high. He got off of it, collapsed next to you.
You grabbed the key from the bedside table, uncuffing him, seeing red marks on his wrist. As soon as he had a free hand, he grabbed yours, licking off his cum from your hand. He looked at you as he did it, smirking as he sucked on your fist. “Beautiful boy.” you whispered, kissing his forehead.
Instead of cleaning up the rest on your stomach, you both just lied there; naked, holding hands as you both fell asleep.