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With a glass of wine in your hand, you sit on you and Paul’s living room couch, listening to some records you just picked up the other day. Paul was in the studio all day, recording his new album. He has had so much inspiration since you guys decided to move to a remote location outside from everyone, the fans, the paparazzi, just people in general. It was nice living on a farm with Paul, you both didn’t know much about how to take care of your animals, but you learned as you went along, and just being with Paul always made things better.
You take a large sip of your remaining Merlot, setting the glass down on the table. You feel a nice little buzz, smiling at yourself when you realize you were tipsy. You and Paul had a tendency to be under the influence a lot, especially since moving out in the country. We both either smoke a little joint in the morning, or sometimes get a little drunk and dance around the living room to the records you guys brought. You always had such a lovely time with Paul.
Your mind started to shift into something more sexual. You don’t know if it’s because of the merlot, or Grateful Dead’s American Beauty album softly playing in your ear, but it happened. You feel like being taken advantage of tonight, you don’t care what your lovely husband does to you, you are willing to do anything. You giggled at your thoughts, while you got up and walked to the kitchen, pouring another small glass of wine, almost finishing it before going to the bedroom. You set the glass down on the bedside table before you go on your knees to get a small box from under the bed. You pull it out, opening it to reveal you and Paul’s fun sex toys you guys had. A vibrator, a dildo, but your eyes went straight to the stereotypical pink fuzzy handcuffs you and Paul just recently bought.
You smirk, dropping the handcuffs on the bed and putting the box back under the bed. You got off your knees and went to your shared closet, grabbing one of Paul’s ties. You feel the soft satin on your hands, desperate to use it. You put his tie on the bed next to the handcuffs, and you took off all of your clothes almost in a hurry. Now, completely nude, you sit on your soft bed and begin to tie the tie around your eyes, blocking your view from everything. All you saw was darkness when your hand was searching for the handcuffs next to you. Finally reaching them, you carefully put them around your wrists, trying not to make it too unbearable. Once you were done, you laid down and waited, like the good little pet you are.
It didn’t take long before you heard the front door open, hearing papers drop on the kitchen table. You smile at yourself, excited to see (well, you can’t really see but you get it) Paul’s reaction to your submissive, desperate state.
“Babe, I’m home!” Paul shouted it was louder than usual, knowing that Paul was plastered out of his mind. This was normal for him, with the studio just being right next door, he didn’t have to drive anywhere anyway. “I’ve missed you, darling. Where are you?” His voice got closer to the bedroom and you felt your stomach begin to fuel with arousal.
You hear the bedroom door open, and you suddenly become aware of how underdressed you were. You know Paul left the house with some blue jeans and a white top, with his brown fur jacket on. You groaned, bucking your hips up for some friction.
“Paul?” you said innocently, knowing damn well it was his eyes that were piercing your naked body.
“Fuck, babe.” He murmured, you hear the door close, and felt the mattress sink on the left side, Paul’s hand went straight to your erection nipples. You moaned, not expecting to be touched in a sensitive place so quickly. “All for me?” he slurred out in your ear. His breath smelt like bourbon and cigarettes.
“Yes.” you stuttered out, your voice soft and loud, anticipating Paul’s next move.
His hand detached from your tit quickly, and then you felt a large slap on the other one. You yelp in pleasure. “Yes, what?”
You blush, finally the familiar pit in your lower stomach. You sighed longingly. “Yes, sir.” you swallow the lump in your throat.
“Good little kitten.” he purred out, his hand caressing your left cheek, you lean into it, trying to feel as much as Paul will let you. “Being so good, patiently waiting for me to come home. I’ll teach ya so well, daddy’s gonna make you feel good.” he said, as his hand moved down to the base of your neck. He knows how much you love when he touches you there, loves when you can’t breathe, the only thing you are thinking about is the pleasure and Paul. He tightened his grip, your mouth hung open, moaning as loud as you possibly could with a strong grasp around your windpipe. Your eyes roll in the back of your head behind the blindfold, your hands trying to grab anything that was in your reach. Didn’t work though, your arms were too exhausted to even try to touch the bed frame, you tried to grab a pillow but you became weak when Paul pressed harder, causing you to only see stars.
He detaches his hand quickly, leaving you gasping for air. You hear him chuckle at your neediness, you were squirming, trying to feel something in your lower region, and Paul loved when you looked completely weak.
“Such a little pretty slut, huh?” you moaned in response, feeling him get up and move towards the end of the bed, where your legs were. He barely touched your cunt, and you yelped in surprise. “Absolutely soaking for me,” he murmured. “only me.”
“Yes, daddy, yes, just for you.” you breathed out, spreading your legs wider for Paul. You swore you felt electric when he forced his index finger in your hole. You squealed, his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and rough. Being blindfolded definitely heightened your senses, because you were just so sensitive, so needy, Jesus, even this will get you off. You start to move your body further down so his long, slender fingers would be fully inside of you. He allowed it, loving to see you completely desperate and pleading for more. He now has his second finger inside of you, curving inside of you, pleasing you in every which way possible. You felt your clit pulsate, clenching around his fingers. You were close, you could feel it, and Paul knew it too. By the way you were moaning, and the way your back was arched, you were about to cum any second.
Paul pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your hot, wet cunt yearning for him. You groaned, shaking your head back and forth on the pillow, your legs growing further apart, basically throwing a temper tantrum. “Doll,” Paul whispered, his breath was hot on your ear. “You are gonna have to make daddy cum first before you do, you know the rules.” He bit your earlobe, causing you to yelp from his sharp teeth. He guided your head up, moving you to the end of the bed, forcing you on your knees. You open your mouth wide, letting Paul know you were ready for him. “Such a beautiful sight,” Paul said as he slipped down his trousers and underwear. He grabbed his cock and tapped it on the tip of your tongue. “Completely naked, mouth wide open, soaking, Jesus, you are a dream.”
Before you even had the chance to reply, his cock was shoved down your throat, causing you to gag loudly from the sudden fullness of your mouth. You started to gather your rhythm, Paul now made those sweet moans. You hum on his cock, your uvula was just touching his tip, and the vibrations of it made him groan, this time he swore he felt electricity. He grabbed the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, your nose touching his bush.
“Such a good girl,” he moaned out, his voice rising in volume. “Taking me in so good, baby.”
You moaned on his cock, picking up speed. Paul unties the blindfold from your face, and your eyes adjust to the light. Paul looks down at you, seeing your tearing eyes and red cheeks, looking completely useless, only there for Paul’s pleasure. When you made eye contact with Paul, it sent him over the edge, he came in your mouth, and you swallowed it without thinking, absolutely loving the taste of him, and wanting more. You popped your mouth off of his cock, and he was panting heavily.
“Get on the bed.” he said to you, He was still mostly clothed, just his bottom half completely off. You listened, quickly laying back on the bed. Your hands are still handcuffed, back above your head. Paul put his pants and underwear back on, and you looked at him confused. “I am going to make some toast.”
“What, Paul–”
“Who are you talking to?”
“Sir, please,” you corrected yourself. “Please take care of me first.”
“Hm, I will. But you have to be patient. I’ll be back soon. Stay still.” he said forcefully, just before exiting the bedroom, leaving the door open. You watch him disappear to the kitchen, and you realize he was serious. He was! You were hot and bothered, you know just one touch will drive you ever the edge. What did you do to deserve this sadistic pleasure? You hear Paul whistle a tune in the distance, one you don’t recognize. You groan again, trying to let your mind linger, but you can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable at the state you are in.
Paul walks back in the room just two minutes later, a handful of almonds, looking at you with devilious eyes. “We are out of jam.” he said, taking in the last few almonds, smirking at you. He approached you again, and you practically whipped your legs open, Paul laughing at your eagerness. You two have become fucking rabbits, it was marvelous. Paul got on his knees, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to the end of the bed. His tongue starts to suck on your clit, making you yelp out from the sudden stimulation. He always knew what to do to make you feel fantastic, he knew your sweet spot, knew when to go there, God, his mouth was fucking magical. He stuck his tongue out forcefully into your hole, his nose ever so slightly touching your clit, feeling his hot breath.
The ungodly noises you both are making are filling the whole room– no, the whole house. His beard he has been growing out was tickling your inner thighs, you feel it on your lips, it feels so rough on your sensitive skin. You were forever grateful that Paul decided to grow up his beard like you have been begging him to do for years.
He grazed his teeth on your clit, causing waves of pleasure to overwhelm your whole body. You feel it in your hands, in your toes, you tried to jerk away from his mouth as his tongue was faster and hard on your vagina, but his strong grip on your hips held you down, you couldn’t move at all. What sent you over the edge is when his plumb, pink lips around your clit, sucking it creating some pressure onto it. You even feel his tongue mess around with it, moving it up and down fast. You look down at him, his eyes closed, hair all messy, his eyelashes just resting peacefully on his cheek. He feels his eyes on you, so he makes eye contact with you, adding even more pressure onto your hips, definitely inflicting bruises on them.
“Fuck, daddy,” you moaned out loudly. You grabbed Paul’s hair and tugged as you let out a high pitched whine as you reached your orgasm. You felt Paul smirk, making a pop noise a few seconds after riding out your orgasm. You felt dizzy, a small smug look on your face with your eyes closed. You felt like you were on cloud nine, feeling extremely sensitive at everything, especially down there. Paul leaned up and kissed you, tasting yourself on his wet beard that you loved so much. When Paul pulled away your eyes were still closed, feeling a bit exhausted from all the sensations you just went through with Paul. Your legs were still apart, you even felt your cunt plusate, the bed sheets grazed on your lips, and even that caused you to push away from it. You feel Paul’s hands back on your hips, and you gasp at the touch. All the sudden, you feel an overwhelming pain in your vagina, causing you to groan and furrow your eyebrows, eyes shooting open. You make eye contact with Paul, who was pounding into your fast.
“You got this baby, I am going to make you cum again.” Fuck, you thought. You were not expecting this. But you loved this, you were here for Paul, and if he wanted to fuck you again, you will let it happen, regardless of how you feel. He has never done this before, though, it was a new feeling, the feeling of your raw vagina being used and abused by Paul, making you ache under you. Your pussy was clenching around his cock, and you heard him groan by it. “So good baby girl, so good for daddy.” He whispered in your ear, his hand squeezing your tit. “So beautiful for me, you are all mine, right?”
“Yes, sir, I am all yours.” you whispered, barely even able to speak.
“Say it louder.” He hissed, and you moaned at his words. His hand rested around your throat, not adding pressure, but just there.
“I’m all yours, daddy!” you cried out. Paul kisses your cheek, tasting your salty tears that run down your cheeks. His rhythm became more and more lazy, and you knew he was close to cumming again. He added pressure on your neck, you tried so hard to swallow your own spit, but you couldn’t, he had you on lockdown, completely useless. You feel your stomach turn, knowing you were close to cumming again too. You moaned as loud as you could under Paul, and he smirked at you.
“When I let go of your pretty neck, you cum, okay? Can you wait baby?” you tried to nod, but Paul’s hand was restricting you, you just simply smiled, making sure Paul knows you are a good girl. He sped up his pace, his eyes closed tightly, his hand still pressed down on your neck. “Few more seconds baby.” he moaned. Fuck, this felt so good, you were holding in your orgasm as much as you can, but it is so difficult when you have such a beautiful creature above you, making you feel good. You start to see stars, and your vision starts to go black. You roll your eyes in the back of your head, smiling at the loss of oxygen.
“Three, two, one…” he gave you three more large and rough pounds, before he removed both his hand from your neck and his cock from inside of you. You both cum at the same time, Paul’s cum shooting all the way up to your tits, but you didn’t even notice, you were regaining your breath while at the same time, orgasming for the second time in just a few minutes.
You close your eyes when you feel your handcuffs come off, Paul putting them on the bedside table. You just laid there, completely unable to even move, Paul did a good number on you. You feel a warm, wet washcloth graze over your body, cleaning up all the cum that was on there. Paul then laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. “You were great, baby. You okay?”
“Yes, I am perfect.” you slurred out, not bothering to make eye contact with Paul.
He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You then fell asleep in his arms, his body keeping you warm.