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You: im full of rage. im going to riot 

Robby: I see our days are going similarly. What’s happening on your end? 

You: i just got in trouble for having pronouns in my email signature!!!!!!!!! 

Robby: I accidentally yelled at an anti-vaxxer 

You: wanna scream in a forest? 

Robby: I think that’s the only appropriate response. 

You both did not go to a forest. Instead, you were already home when Robby shoved his way into the apartment. He looked more angry than he seemed when you both had texted a few hours earlier. He dropped his backpack and toed off his shoes but didn’t sit down. 

“What did you do about your email signature?” 

“Replaced my pronouns with the line ‘per university policy I am no longer allowed to have pronouns in my email signature’. Everyone is still pissed but it’s allowed. I triple checked. I’m still vibrating with rage about it though,” you replied, eyeing him from your perch on the couch. 

He seemed to also be vibrating with rage. “And your day?”

“I got suspended,” he huffed. 

“What?” You asked, startled. 

“The anti-vaxxers complained and the board suspended me to keep it from becoming a big problem,” he growled. 

“Do you want me to kill them?” You asked. 

“The anti-vaxxers or the board?” 

“Dealer’s choice,” you replied. 

He let out a harsh breath. “No, I’m fine. It’s temporary—not even suspension without pay.”

Robby was still breathing heavily when he finally said, “Do you remember that conversation we had a few weeks ago. The one about some of the things we want to try sexually?” 

“Sure,” you replied, feeling your stomach swoop excitedly. You maneuvered so you were sitting on your knees facing him as he stood behind the couch. You looked up at him and the expression of hunger and lingering anger was something far more intoxicating that you had been expecting. 

“Are you still willing to let me have more control? Is that something we could do tonight?” He asked. He was nervous. You could tell. But your own excitement was far too overpowering. 

“Fuck, yes please. I just need to not be in control for a minute. I’m so tired of dealing with this shit and making decisions. Plus my advisor hated my chapter. So I’m—“ Robby cut you off. 

“Be quiet.”

If he had pulled that at any other moment, you would have kicked his ass. But his voice was gravelly and despite the shock at the command, you felt your body respond to his control. You clenched around nothing and almost whined. This was such a good idea. 

“Stop light safe words,” he said. “Repeat them back to me.”

You did, a little more breathlessly than before. After he nodded, you added cheekily, “Want me to call you Doctor?” 

Robby’s forefinger and thumb gripped your chin harshly and tilted your head up to look at him. There was a fire burning in his eyes that did nothing more than excite you. Just because you wanted him to be in control didn’t mean you weren’t going to push back just a smidge. 

“No, sweetheart. My name is the only thing you’ll need tonight because you’ll be screaming it so loud the neighbors will complain.” 

“Fuck, yes please,” you breathed. 

“All your limits still the same? Anything you don’t want to do tonight?” 

“Everything is the same. Be rough,” you told him. You could feel your chest heaving with the adrenaline and excitement coursing through your body. 

His hand moved from your chin so his finger wrapped around your throat. Instinctively, your eyes closed as he applied soft pressure to the arteries on either side of your neck. Never for very long, but just long enough to make you slightly lightheaded, empty even. 

“Like that?” He nearly taunted. “Like how I have my hands wrapped around your pretty neck. Use your words.”

“I love it,” you gasped. He removed the pressure but kept his hand on your throat. He could feel each swallow and the vibrations from your words. 

“Do you know what I love? I love how your lips look wrapped around my cock,” he said harshly. 

“Please—“ you began. 

He cut you off, “I didn’t say you could talk.”

You scowled at him, but the grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you against his crotch. 

“Unbutton them, with your mouth,” he commanded. “Keep your hands behind your back.”

It was a little awkward, kneeling on the couch cushion leaning over the back while not being able to use your hands to balance. Robby released his grip on your neck and you found yourself missing the feeling. It was simultaneously harder and not as hard to unbutton his cargos, but the real struggle was getting a grip on the zipper with your teeth. 

After much fumbling, you managed to get them open and unzipped. You could see him straining against his boxers and something animalistic rose up in you. He was turned on because of you and you weren’t even naked. As much of an effect Robby had on you it was equal if not more to what you had on him. 

Before he could tell you off, you wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock covered by the fabric. It was a terrible texture, but the way Robby’s body shivered at the contact made it more than worth it. 

He grabbed your neck again and pulled you back. “I don’t think I said you could do that.”

“But I wanted to make you feel good,” you protested in your whiniest voice. You cracked a victorious grin when Robby closed his eyes with a groan. 

He snapped them open and saw the look on your face. “Ah, so you’re being a little shit?”

“Never,” you protested, but your poker face hadn’t improved over the time you and Robby had been together. 

“Hands on the back of the couch. Don’t move or you’ll regret it,” he said. And then he pulled away from you. 

You kept your hands on the couch as he walked around the piece of furniture until he was standing behind you. It was a vulnerable feeling, having him stare at you when you couldn’t see him. You tried to remember what loungewear you put on when you got home. 

That’s when you remember you were just wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear. It was a realization well timed with Robby’s own, if his chortle had anything to say about it. 

“Look at this,” he said, pushing up the T-shirt. “You’re soaked.”

You had frankly soaked through your underwear the moment his hand wrapped around your throat. In a way you hoped was sexy, you wiggled your hips back at him. Without warning, you felt a sharp smack against your ass cheek that had you crying out in surprise. 

“No, no, no, sweetheart. I’m not back here to make you feel good. I’m here to remind you who’s in charge,” he said, rubbing the part of your ass he spanked. “I’m going to spank this beautiful ass until it’s red and sore. Until you know exactly who is in charge tonight.”

“Yes please,” you moaned, bending your forehead down until it touched the back of the couch too. 

At this point your knees had slid into the gaps between the middle couch cushion, offering you more stability. It’s the only reason you didn’t collapse the second time Robby smacked your ass. 

“Count, sweetheart or I’ll start over.”

“One,” you said. 

Each contact with your ass set your skin on fire. Everything felt narrowed in on when or how Robby’s hand was going to come into contact with your skin. You could feel yourself getting wetter, the only thing that kept it from dripping down your thighs onto the cushion was the soaking fabric of your underwear. 

By the time you reached ten spankings, your legs were shaking. Not with pain, his force had been perfect, but with pent up energy and want. You wanted to see Robby. You wanted him to shove his cock in you so bad, you realized in this mindset you might actually do anything to get it. 

“Please, I want to feel you,” you begged. 

Without warning, Robby slapped the vulnerable flat of your pussy making you squeal and try to close your legs. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the cushions had your knees trapped and you could barely move your thighs together. 

“I—“ smack “didn’t—“ smack “say—“ smack “you could talk!” smack, smack, smack. 

Your grip on the couch had made your knuckles far paler than the rest of your skin and when Robby grabbed your hair and pulled you back, it arched your body as you shook slightly beneath him. Pressed against you, you could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against your sore ass. 

“What do you say?” He growled in your ear. 

You melted against his touch, and still a little shaky said, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Sir?” He asked, breaking character a bit. 

“Too much?” 

“Fuck no,” said against your ear. He let out a pent up breath and said, “And how are you going to make it up to me?”

“Please let me suck your cock,” you whined. He still had a harsh grip on your hair and you felt all the blood leave your brain and pool in your throbbing pussy. “I’ll be so good for you, I’ll make you cum so hard.”

“I know you will, my sweet girl,” he cooed, letting your hair go. You again collapsed against the back of the couch breathing heavily. “But before I let you do that, I think we need to set up an experiment. We’re both scientists at heart.”

You heard him walk into the kitchen and rustle around in the cabinets. Your limited brain function couldn’t even guess what he was looking for. Then you heard him walk into the bedroom. Moments later he returned. He was just outside your peripheral when he walked around you. Still standing behind you, he pulled open the gusset of your underwear and slid something hard and glass over your pussy. It felt like…Tupperware almost. 

“You're so wet for me,” he started, “I want to see how much you leak when sucking my cock. I figured this would be a fun experiment. Your underwear will keep the glass container pressed against you and your pretty cunt will leak and leak into it.”

On one hand, you would have to clean the shit out of that container later. On the other hand, this was the hottest thing that anyone has done to you. At least until you clenched and realized you missed the slight friction from your underwear. Somehow, you felt even more exposed and empty. You must have let out a whine because Robby, now in front of you, cupped your face. 

“Do you not like the experiment?” He asked. 

“I do,” you moaned. “I just feel nothing now.”

Robby’s face puzzled at your words until he grinned something evil, “You mean that not even air is getting through to give you the barest stimulation?”

You nodded miserably. 

“Well, then we’ll definitely know all the wetness that accumulates is because you’re so turned on by sucking my cock,” he cooed, faux sympathetically. 

You whined as he shucked off his pants and top. Leaving him in his boxers. 

“Show me how much you want it,” he commanded. 

This was not how you imagined your evening going, but trying to suck Robby’s dick through his boxers combined with the condescending tone of his commands had you riled up and leaking, just like he said it would. The scientist part of your brain was a little curious how much you’d find in the container at the end of this. 

It was awkward and probably a little pathetic to watch as you licked and sucked at him through the fabric. He was hard as steel and you knew that if he just let you get your lips around him, you could have him orgasming in less than five minutes. 

“You can use your words, sweetheart,” Robby said. You were delighted by the slightly strangled tone in his voice. 

“I want your cock so bad, sir,” you said. “I want to make you feel so good.”

He grabbed your throat again and forced you to look up at him. “Do you want to be my good girl?”

That bastard. He knew what that did to you. 

“Please,” you whined in a breathy voice you barely recognized. “Let me be good for you.”

“Well, how could I say no to that?” He asked rhetorically. 

He pulled the waistband of his boxers down so his cock and balls were free. You knew that Robby needed the control tonight so you said, 

“Can I please put my mouth on your cock?”

“Say that again, sweetheart. It didn't sound very respectful,” he replied, gripping your throat. 

“Please sir,” you said in your most pathetic voice you could muster, which wasn’t hard with the grip he had on your neck. “Please can I suck your cock? I want to make you feel good. I want your cock, sir.”

It was laying it on a little thick, but Robby seemed to like it. He wrapped both his hands in your hair, pulling it taut. Looking up at him, you gave him a smile. Even though you both were playing roles, his more harsh than he was normally, you felt on top of the world. 

“And what is that for, sweetheart?” He asked. 

“You just make me feel good and happy, sir.” 

“Fuck,” he hissed, leaning down and kissing you harshly. You hummed against his lips, feeling him smile. “You make me crazy.”

“Can I have your cock now, sir?” 

“Anything for you,” he said, pressing one more lingering kiss on your lips. His lips were chapped and the beard was rougher than normal—all indications that his energy levels were too low even for his basic self-care. You vowed to make sure this was the best blowjob you’ve ever given. 

Robby stood and positioned his hips so you could easily wrap your lips around his dick. You didn’t care much for the taste, but the power a good blowjob held was one of your favorite things. And if the punched out groan Robby released has anything to say about it, he was having a good time. 

“You feel so good,” he hissed, wrapping a hand through your hair. He didn’t do anything more than grip it, but it made you moan against him. 

You swirled your tongue around his tip as you bobbed up and down his length. The noises were sloppy and wet; Robby’s airy groans indicated you were on the right track. You wished you could use your hands—but he hadn’t given you permission. 

You hummed, knowing he enjoyed the vibrations, as you slowly took as much of him into your mouth as you could. It was by no means deep throating, but it was far enough back that when you swallowed along with gentle sucking, Robby’s panting sped up. 

Looking up at him through your lashes, his head was thrown back and mouth was open as soft—almost pained—noises came from him. As much as it turned you on, a corresponding gush of wetness leaking out of you proved it, the look on his face also warmed your heart. 

Robby went out of his way to take care of everyone and now you got to return the favor. Even without the use of your hands, you could feel the delicious tension coursing through his body as he tried not to thrust into your throat and let you take the lead. 

Your tongue found the sensitive spot right underneath the head of cock that made him twitch. It gagged you lightly and despite the concerned look he briefly sent your way, you didn’t pull back determined to make him fall apart with just your mouth. 

“You’re going to kill me,” he hissed. “Fuck, sweetheart I love your mouth.”

You smiled a bit at his ecstatic ramblings. 

“You’re so good for me,” he hissed. “So good. No one else could compare.”

The warmth of his words pooled in your stomach. You whined, clenching around nothing, but continued your ministrations. After a particularly harsh suck, Robby gasped and managed,

“Just like that. Fuck, right there. You’re doing so good. You’re going to make me cum.”

You tried to replicate your actions and felt his hips begin to shake. The hand in your hair gripped your roots even tighter until it made your eyes water. 

Robby quiet chanting was the biggest indicator he was about to cum, but his near shout surprised you. 

“Fuck, sweetheart!” He exclaimed holding you steady while he spilled into your mouth. 

Frankly, you didn’t love it when he came in your mouth, but his face was filled with such ecstasy that you couldn’t find it in you to complain. Eventually, he pulled out and without an indication from you, gave you an empty cup to spit in. 

“Was that good, sir?” You asked, fully knowing the answer. 

“So good,” he told you, kissing you soundly. “So good I want to return the favor.”

The fact that he was finally going to touch you made you close your eyes in relief. 

“Please, I want you to touch me so bad,” you whined. 

“Yeah? And where do you want me to touch?” He asked, as he walked around the couch. 

“I don’t even care at this point. I just want to feel your hands on me,” you told him. At this point you had fully collapsed against the back of the couch. 

“Take your shirt off for me,” he told you. 

With shaky hands you managed to pull your baggy shirt over your head and toss it somewhere off to the side. Behind you, Robby ran his hands up your thighs and lightly ran his fingers over the red marks those same hands had left just a few minutes previous. 

“Thank you for touching me,” you breathed. “Please can I have some more.”

“Anything you want,” he said, pressing a kiss to a particularly sensitive part over your upper thigh. 

He pulled your underwear down and the glass container followed. You hardly remembered he’d placed it against you. The juxtaposition of the degradation from the container collecting all your wetness and the sweet words he was whispering behind you, made your head spin. 

“My, my,” he said. “Seems sucking my cock makes you quite leaky.”

You groaned as his condescending words made you even more wet. Without any warning, he ran a finger down your slit and it made you jump. 

“What do you say?” He prompted. 

“Thank you,” you breathed. 

“Thank you, what?” 

“Thank you, sir,” you whined. “Please touch me more.”

“Where?” 

“I want you to finger me, please,” you told him. “I want to feel your fingers stretch me out in preparation for your cock.”

“You say such sweet words,” he said. “What if I want to taste you instead?”

Without waiting for your response, he grabbed your thighs and ferocity he rarely exhibited, preferring long and luxuriating, began to lick and and suck at your clit. The sounds were wet and noisy. Each time you tried to squirm away from the sensations, he pulled you back against him. 

The warm feeling in your stomach was building and at this point, you were so overwhelmed with the feeling of his mouth on your clit, you weren’t sure what noises you were making or if you’d gone completely silent in a sort of frozen bliss. 

“I’m close,” you choked out. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

It was rare for you to orgasm more than once during sex. Both times had happened with Robby, but the second orgasm was always close to painful. You suspected that might be your fate tonight. 

Instead of responding, Robby pulled away and you sagged against the couch grateful for now. 

“I think you might be the only woman I’ve met grateful not to cum,” he murmured as he kissed your back. 

Your limbs felt shaky and heavy as he pulled you back to rest against his chest. Your knees still on the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist holding you against the front of his body, while the other hand snaked between your tits to hold your neck. 

“I would love to be able to orgasm more than once,” you said breathlessly, chest still heaving with how close he got you. “But it’s so overwhelming, almost hurts.”

“But you’d do if I asked?” 

“Yes, sir.”

“You’d do it even if I made you cum three or four times?” 

That sounded awful, but you nodded. Even if it was too sharp and sensitive for you, the look on Robby’s face—the delight and hunger—would keep you going. 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he growled in your ear. 

“Yes, I’d let you make me cum three or four times,” you said. It was breathy and the feeling of his hand reaching in between your legs made you whine. 

“Don’t worry,” he cooed in your ear. “I won’t be rubbing that sensitive little clit of yours.”

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief. That was until you heard him click something on and felt the subtle vibrations of your favorite vibrator against your thigh. You tensed up in his arms. 

“I thought you liked your vibrator?” He asked, taunting you with the wand by dragging it up and down your torso. 

He circled your nipples, one arm still holding you tightly against him by your neck. You were not small or tiny or whatever diminutive people might ascribe to women. But being held so strongly against Robby’s body made him feel three times his normal size. The control he exerted was more of an aphrodisiac than his incredibly talented mouth. 

Each pass of the vibrator over your nipples made you twitch in his arms. He dragged the toy down and almost placed it on your clit, only to drag it up again. Each time made you whine and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to put the toy on you or put it away. 

“Beg me not to let you cum,” he hissed in your ear. 

It was the only warning you received, before he moved the vibrator and placed it against your very sensitive clit. You immediately shivered in Robby’s arms—the sharp sensations already causing your legs to wobble. 

“You have no idea what an honor it is, to make you suffer so beautifully,” he whispered. 

He was already bringing you to the edge, and naturally he had to continue his incredible dirty talk against your ear. 

“To hold you down and make you fall apart,” he continued. 

You let out a sharp whine and said, “I’m close, please don’t let me cum, sir.”

Immediately, the vibrator was removed and you sagged against him, breathing heavily. 

“So good for me,” he said. “So beautiful when you beg me not to let you cum.”

He only gave you a few seconds of respite before placing the vibrator back against you. You bowed out in his arms, only held up due to Robby taking most of your weight. In the back of your mind, you noticed he was starting to harden against you again. Unsurprisingly, your writhing against him was more than enough to get him hard again. 

While not something that occurred frequently, his refractory period could be quite short. 

“Please I’m about to cum,” you begged. 

“Hold it,” he said, in a dangerous tone of voice you hadn’t heard before. That alone almost sent you over the edge. 

“I can’t,” you cried, bucking your hips. 

He clamped down on you harder, the vibrator forced against you almost painfully. The shaking in your legs was more severe than any leg exercise you’d ever been put through, not enough a thousand squats would have caused your legs to quiver like this. 

“Please sir, I want to be good for you. Don’t let me cum,” you cried. To your surprise, you felt tears building at the corner of your eyes. 

The vibrator was pulled away and you took in a gasping lungful of air. Chest heaving, you fully collapsed against Robby, not caring how heavy he may or may not find you. Distantly you felt the tears roll down your face. This was the first time anything had been intense enough to make you cry. 

“Color?” Robby asked, his voice sounded concerned. He must have noticed the tears. 

“Green,” you gasped.

“Are you sure?”

“Very,” you managed, unwilling to open your eyes as your head leaned back against his shoulder. 

“Say “yellow” if you need to slow down,” he reminded you. 

“Yes sir, but I’m good for now. It’s just a lot,” you replied. 

“You’re being so good for me,” Robby said, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Thank you, sir,” you replied thickly. His words continued to pool in the bottom of your stomach. 

“Can you handle it one more time?” He asked. 

“Yes sir,” you said. 

“You’re going to beg me not to let you cum, and then I’m going to make you anyway. And we still won’t be done,” he all-but-growled in your ear. 

“Fuck, sir,” you whined. 

“What’s that?”

“I’ll be so sensitive.”

“Exactly, I want to squirming and whining as I shove my cock in you and continue to hold this vibrator against your clit until you pass out,” he hissed. 

You didn’t actually think Robby was going to make you pass out, but you weren’t positive and maybe that was the point. 

Without any warning, Robby moved the vibrator back against you. It was less intense since you’d had a bit of a longer break, but the whole time Robby kept whispering dirty and degrading things in your ear. 

“You keep telling me you don’t want to cum, but you’re writhing against me like a whore.”

You let out a broken moan. 

“Does my good girl want to be a good whore for me?” He asked. You managed to nod. “So pretty as you fight a battle you know you can’t win.”

“Fuck, I’m close. Please don’t let me cum, sir.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll be so sensitive, sir,” you nearly cried. 

“But isn’t that better for me? Won’t you be a better whore for me if you’re sensitive?” He asked, pressed tightly against your ear. 

“I’m not sure I can handle it, sir. Please, please don’t let me cum,” you pleaded. 

You could feel your orgasm approaching and no matter how many ‘please’s you whimpered, Robby never moved the vibrator off of you. 

“I want you to fall apart in my arms. I want to feel you shake and moan and cry your pretty tears as I make you cum and don’t let up,” he said. 

“Please, sir, mercy,” you cried. You felt the tears in earnest now, as Robby chuckled darkly behind you. 

“No, there’s no mercy here. Just be a good whore for me and cum against the vibrator, okay? You can do it, cum for me, sweetheart.”

With a shrill cry you weren’t sure even belonged to you, the climax swept over your body. At first, it felt amazing. A liquidy warmth spreading from your core to your hips and thighs outward. You arched against Robby, tauter than a bow string. 

“Just like that, let go for me. Let go,” he cooed in your ear. You whined and bucked against him. 

The warmth had cooled to something sharp and white-hot, the vibrator still pelting your clit was too strong and you began to shake and writhe, desperately trying to get out of his grasp. 

“It’s too much,” you gasped. “I can’t. I can’t”

“Yes you can,” he said, in that dark tone of voice that send shivers of fear and anticipation up your spine. “You’re my good whore and I want you to feel this, feel all of it.”

“Please, sir,” you cried. 

Your hips jerked and wrenched against Robby’s grasp. As he didn’t let up. This no longer felt good; it felt hot and overwhelming. You were sweating and gasping with hiccuped breath. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “So pretty. Just for me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Right?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you slurred. 

You finally went limp in his arms, only twitching periodically. Finally, after what felt like eternity, Robby turned the vibrator off and you collapsed awkwardly onto the couch, trembling. You were distantly aware of Robby kneeling down next to you and stroking your hair but any contact made you jerk. 

“Are you okay?” He asked softly. 

“Shhh,” you replied. “No thoughts, head empty.”

“And you said it couldn’t be done,” he replied. 

You cracked an eye open and his smirking face greeted you. “Fuck off. I feel like I touched a live wire.”

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

You hummed in response. The hand not in your hair was lightly stroking your stomach. 

“Can you keep going or do you want to stop?” He asked. 

“I need a minute, but I can keep going,” you said. You heard some shuffling and then, 

“C’mere,” said Robby, sitting down. 

He helped pull you into his lap, and you realized he had ditched the boxers. He had you straddle his thighs at first, before he pulled you up against him, so you were perched on your knees. 

His free hand guided his cock between you and then he eased you back down. You were still a little out of it, so you didn’t fully process what was happening until you were fully seated on Robby cocks eliciting groans from both of you. 

He felt wonderful inside of you, even as overstimulated as you felt. The stretch was nice, but it was the way he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss against your lips that had you melting against him. 

“I didn’t know you were into cock warming,” you murmured as you settled against his chest. 

“I’m into just about anything as long as you’re involved,” he replied. You tweaked his nipple at the cheesy line. 

“Dork,” you huffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

You leaned in and kissed him, it started off sweet and chaste, but there was something addictive about Robby’s mouth on yours. His tongue twirled just right and his beard was just scratchy enough that the sensations made you clench around his stationary cock. 

“Christ,” he hissed at the feeling. 

He bent down and left sloppy kisses down your chest until his lips latched onto one of your nipples. He sucked and pulled at it softly, never so much to overwhelm your overwrought system, but enough to keep you dripping as you sat on him. 

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “I could live like this. With the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, sitting on my dick, keeping it warm and safe.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled tucking your head against his neck. 

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he said softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

You shivered at his touch and he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you tightly against his body. 

“You melted my brain and now you’re being so sweet,” you laughed. 

“I contain multitudes,” he replied. He rolled his hips and you tensed. 

“Fuck,” you whined. 

“You sound so beautiful,” he murmured, petting your hair. 

“You’re mean,” you grumbled. 

Despite the sharp zings still emanating from your clit, you rolled your hips against him, unable to disguise the way your body shivered at each roll. 

“Grinding on me, even though it’s so much for you. Such a good girl,” he continued. 

You didn’t respond but shifted your hips up to let his thrust more earnestly into you. It was overwhelming and you could barely hold onto him. 

“Don’t muffle, sweet girl. I want to hear you,” he said. 

“Fuck off,” you mumbled. 

He responded with a sharp smack to your ass that made you cry out. 

“Just like that,” he hissed. “Cmon, be a good girl. Grind on my cock.”

“Sir,” you whined. 

By the roots of your hair, he pulled you back until he could look you in the eye. With one hand in your hair and one on your throat—just sitting there not exerting any pressure—he once again said, 

“Grind on me, sweetheart. Time for you to do some of the work.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes; you had given him an exceptional blowjob with just your mouth. But you knew this is what you both wanted, so with shaky legs, arms braced on his shoulders. You began to grind and bounce on him. 

Each stroke of his cock made your walls clench against him. His hands hadn’t moved, but he was looking down, watching you roll your hips on his cock. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You look so good taking my cock.”

He released the grip on your hair and neck ran his hands down your chest, tweaking your nipples. You writhed under his touch, exhausted and overwrought. 

“It’s so much, sir,” you huffed. 

“I want to cum in this beautiful pussy, and you don’t stop until I’ve come, got it?”

“Yes sir,” you groaned. 

Robby’s hands eventually landed on your hips helping you move up and down on him. For a minute, just the sounds of your labored breaths and the slap of your skin on his echoed through the living room. He pressed his forehead against yours and said, 

“Look at me.”

He sounded strangled, but you did as you were told. Keeping eye contact with him while trembling in his lap was intense. You felt each pant of his breath. There was so much heat in his gaze that you wanted to shy away but his one handed grip on your hips kept you moving. 

You had only just begun to wonder where his other hand was, when you felt him nestle the vibrator against you again. 

“No, no, no,” you pleaded. 

“Be a good girl and take what I’m giving you,” he commanded. 

You let out a squeaky whine as he turned on the vibrator. Thankfully on the lowest setting, it still made you freeze, completely tense. 

“Oh, man,” Robby laughed. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

“Fuck,” you cried. 

With a harsh thrust of his hips, he said, “Keep moving.”

“I can’t,” you said, shaking. 

Robby smiled, a condescending smile at you. He loved watching you tremble and shake because of him. He loved watching you push past your comfort zone. He loved you. 

“Yes you can,” he said. “You’re my good girl, remember?”

“Robby,” you whined, but you started moving again. 

“Yes, just like that. Oh fuck, you feel so good. So wet and perfect. Made just for me,” he rambled. 

The vibrator on your clit turned up a notch and you couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry at the intensity, but you kept moving. You wanted to be good, or at least keep going until Robby came for a second time. 

“Please sir, the vibrator is too much. I can’t,” you cried. The tears welled up in your eyes again. 

“What’s your color?”

“Green,” you sniffled. 

“Then I think you can,” he taunted. “You look so pretty when you cry.”

He planted his feet and began to match your thrusts with his powerful thighs. He was moving faster, his grunts and moans indicating he was close. He turned up the vibrator again and you collapsed forward onto his chest. With one arm around your waist and the other holding the vibrator against you, Robby continued to thrust into you. At this point you were nothing but a mumbling, crying pile of sensations. 

“Are you close?” Robby asked. You nodded. It was building fast: sharp and angry. White hot pleasure began to heat your core and your trembling stopped in favor of tense stillness. 

“It’s too much,” you croaked. 

“Cmon, let go for me. Milk me, sweetheart. I want to feel you grab my cock,” he commanded. 

At his command, your body crested and you cried out Robby’s name. Arching in his grasp, he continued to thrust into you until he groaned deep in his chest finally releasing himself. He removed the vibrator and just like before you twitched and shivered in his lap. 

“So good,” he said caressing your hair. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled. “Just hold me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughed. 

Eventually your body calmed down and the tremors were further apart, until they eventually ceased. You finally pulled back, Robby’s softened dick still lodged inside you, and the look on his face was bliss. Leaning back against the couch, he had a small smile on his face. 

“How are you feeling?” You croaked. 

“Amazing,” he said. He held your face between his hands and kissed you gently. “You’re amazing. I’m a lucky bastard.”

“Bastard is right,” you grumbled. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Robby looked far too smug as he peppered kisses up and down your face before helping you unseat yourself from his lap. 

“Let’s go shower,” he said, pulling you to your feet on shaky legs. 

“Don’t make me move,” you whined. 

“Cmon, you’ll feel better once you’re not sticky anymore and then we can cuddle in bed and order something for dinner,” he coaxed. 

“Only if it’s from that restaurant with the good rolls. I want carbs after that,” you grumbled, allowing him to pull you to your feet. 

He herded you to the en suite bathroom and started the shower. He placed two towels in the towel warmer he bought. He technically bought it for you, but you refused to be given a gift you couldn’t have afforded yourself—it was annoying since you were still a broke grad student. So he lied and said he wanted it. Naturally, you used it and it all worked out in the end. 

Someday he was going to convince you that people want to do nice things for you, but until then, he would connive to get you to use the nice things he thought you deserved. 

Once the shower was suitably warm, he guided you under the rainfall shower head. It was something he was happy to have installed after you moved it. It meant you both could shower together without someone being left in the cold. 

“You were so good tonight,” he said, holding you to his chest. “Everything I hoped it would be.”

“Same. You had this voice when you were holding me up and using that vibrator on me. Fuck, Robby, it was so good,” you replied. “You were mean, but I genuinely stopped thinking for a bit.”

“Knew I could do it,” he replied, victorious. 

“Fuck off,” you laughed. 

You reached behind you and grabbed the body wash and silicon scrubber he used. He had dated a dermatologist for a few months and she had successfully convinced him not to use a loofah. 

With gentle hands, you lathered the body wash and starting at his back and shoulders, you washed the sweat, bodily fluids, and anger from the day off of his skin. Each time you rinsed him off with the hand held sprayer, you placed a gentle kiss on his skin. 

Being taken care of in such a simple manner made a lump of emotion form in his throat. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, as you finished rinsing him off. “So handsome, hot, whatever. You make me insane.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” he tried to wrap you in his arms but you poked him. 

“Listen to me,” you commanded. He had the sudden urge to get on his knees for you. “You are a remarkable doctor. You care deeply about your patients. It’s fucked the hospital suspended you. But you’re more than just a doctor. You’re a good man, who bullies me to eat and tells me I’m pretty and smart.”

“You are pretty and smart,” he said quietly. 

“You’re pretty and smart,” you shot back, making him laugh. 

“Next time, you should be in charge. I would let you lead me into battle,” he murmured as he leaned down and kissed you. 

“The idea of pegging you is attractive, I must say,” you replied. 

“Christ,” Robby hissed. “Yes, let's talk about that later.”

“Now let me wash your hair,” you told him. 

“Only if I can do the same for you,” he replied. 

The two of you, in the soft lighting of the bathroom, took your time wiping off the grime and sticky fluid that remained from your intense sex session. Robby was gentle as he cleaned between your legs, pulling back when you jumped. 

He washed your hair, as you did his. There was something about the simple act of care that felt so intimate. Every time you let him take care of you—every time he let you take care of him—he felt the threads that connected you strengthen. 

He wouldn’t jinx it now, but deep in his heart, he was pretty certain this was forever for him. 

Once out of the shower, Robby took his time rubbing lotion into your skin, taking special care of your reddened ass cheeks. You sat on the bathroom counter in a silk robe (that he lied and said came with his own robe, just so you would wear it) and massaged the beard oil into his facial hair. It was the most relaxed he’s felt in months. 

“You look so handsome with a messy beard,” you said, caging his hips with your legs. 

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded. 

You kissed him softly and he smiled. 

“I’m glad you moved in. I’m glad I get to come home to you,” he said. 

“Sappy,” you commented. 

Laughing, he pulled you off the counter and into the bedroom. He tossed you one of his shirts and you pulled it on. He loved seeing you in his clothes, even if he never said anything. You pulled on a pair of shorts then pulled him into bed with you. He had grabbed the softest shirt he owned and some baggy pajamas pants. 

“Tell me about your advisor,” he said, as you curled up against him. He had taken out his phone to order food. 

“He hated my second paper. It was going to be my job market paper,” you grumbled. “Apparently my theory is weak. And it is, but rude of him to point it out.”

Robby’s chest rumbled as he laughed. 

“And he kept asking me about adding Blumenthal's permanent elections theory to the paper but it’s not about elections. It’s about representation. And I hate research and I feel dumb.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Robby said, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll order extra bread for you.”

“You’re the best. I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you said it. But you weren’t doling out “I love you’s” with a lot of frequency. It made Robby certain you meant it and filled his chest with butterflies each time he heard it. 

“I love you too.”

“Good, will you also get that appetizer thing we got last time?” 

“Anything you want.”