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“You want me to fuck the girl out of you?” Adrian looks and you through his wire framed glasses eyebrows crunching together in confusion. You nod gleefully in harsh up and down motions. “Are the shots enough for you?” He grabs your love handle where he had helped administer the weekly testosterone shot earlier this morning rubbing his thumb over the slight bumpy texture of the bandaid.
A soft smile peaks at the corner of your lips and the inside of your mouth becomes slick with spit. “They are- you did a wonderful job my sweet Adrian…” you bring your hands up to cradle his cheeks. A soft red tinges the skin underneath your fingers. “...the opposite side from last week-” you peck him. “- massaged the tissue around the injection sight-” another peck. “You even listed back all the information on the time we saw the gasteracantha canciformis on our first date together … which you incorrectly identified at the time-” a whine comes out the back of Adrian's throat which you are quick to kiss away. “Shhhhh all is forgiven… what I'm saying is they are working wonders- especially thanks to my cute handsome nurse. But I want you to breed me like a mut. Fuck some testorone in me with that thick cock of yours.”
Somewhere along your tangent you had trailed your hands to tangle in the hair at the back of Adrian’s Head, you gave it a single tug and your boyfriend squirms beneath you. He lets out a sharp breath. “Don't-”
“Don't what?” You smile as a deep red creeps up from his chest and settles to bloom across the bottom half of his face and jaw. The smile only gets deeper as you feel Adrian's other hand come to slot in-between your two bodies. The hand resting on your love handle trails up your torso towards your chest while the one in-between you both burrows to grapple his fingers in the waist line of your underwear. You slap the needy fingers from putting their way into your underwear any further. You send a sharp look towards Adrian. Your grip on his hair gets tighter. “Use your words when you want to touch me.”
“Don't… don't- just - when you say things like that it makes me want to devour you, fuck you how you say you want me to…” he whines like a child tired of pointing out the flaw in their parents argument. “But then you grab me and push me around and you know how that makes me feel all- all-” you feel the need to untangle your hands from his hair releasing control to him. within moments- not even a second - his demeanor switches.
He's on you. Your hands are pinned at your pelvis, his right hand locks your wrist in one strong grip. His knees cinch your thighs together. This is planned out he knows you- he knows how you kick, he knows you'll swing, fuck he knows too much. “You bitch!”
“You said fuck you like a mut!” He kisses you hard and you bite his lips in an attempt to regain some semblance of a say. “So I'll fuck you like one!” he comes up for air stalls looking at you like he knows you'll have something to say.
“And what??!!” He smiles satisfied. He lurches forward teeth barred and they lock onto the flesh in your shoulder and neck. You let out a whine. “You're going to make me one too? You wanna fuck me- fuck me so hard you see stars?? I bet you can't even do that! A lazy mut can't fuck like that-” he bites on a spot lower down near your left breast and you let out a choke pitched scream.
“It's not too hard-” he's leaving soft loving bruises on his way down towards your plump peaking nipples. He knows you like it fucked up he knows you love to see purple. “Listen… mmmm…you already sound like a bitch…ah-” you knee his crotch not hard but just enough to send a thick pressure through his jeans and at the base of his balls.
He parts his lips and his posture goes slack for a moment. A smirk graces your lips, you bring your knee back up and grind it deeper into his growing erection. You know just how much he likes to be fucked- be made the bitch not you.
You go to wiggle your arms out of his grasp but unexpectedly his grip is still locked on tight. You shoot a disappointed look down onto your trapped hands, disappointed in your hunch being wrong but impressed at his will to be kept in charge. A deep pool of heat settles in your gut hanging in-between your heart and stomach. Slick makes its way near the entrance of your cunt. “Fuck.” A groan scratches its way out your throat. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucck!!!!” You aren't winning this time.
Your boyfriend brings his head up to look back at you over his crooked glasses. He's grinning from ear to ear; it's that sweet smile he gets when he comes home covered in wounds and doused in blood that isn't just his. The same smile he wears when you clean his cuts and stitch his skin and praise him for his good work. The same smile that he gives you when you fuck him so hard he can only find himself being used as a cock and nothing more. Oh he adores you and currently he's adoring the way your body gives up its will to him, the way he feels your frustration wriggle out into soft complacency, and how he can feel his pride well under his newly budding dominance. He's never been the one to control the sex. This is new for him and he can feel himself starting to already get ideas from just this small taste alone.
He starts to loosen his hands around your wrists and hums in delight when you let them simply rest on your lower stomach. He takes off his glasses and shuffles a bit so he can place them on the bedside table. In the process you bring one of your hands up to tug at the base of his sweater. “Yes?” He tilts his head moving back so his whole body is over you again. You look away shyly. “Come on, it's only fair if you use your words too!” He lets out a giggle and you curse him for being so cute. He brings his hand up to at first cradle your jaw and cheek before he clasps his palm fully around both assertively jerking your head to face back towards him. “What? What is it you want sweetheart?”
“The drawer Adrian- top drawer under the first two DVD cases.” Without looking away he sits back slightly, opens the drawer and sifts through its contents. “You'll feel something-” he pulls his hand back into view a medium thick dark blue rope roughly 24ft long wrapped up on itself is held up to your line of sight. “Yeah the rope, you'll feel the rope.”You gulp and see the defined perplexity on Adrian's face. “It was originally meant for you… but you know how I kick and fight back-”
“Uh yeah! Your hands do more than just look pretty-” as if to prove your own point you slap him in the side playfully and roll your eyes. “Ow! Hey! Okay- if you hit me again I might just have to use this- ohhhhhh….” You watch as it dawns on Adrian. “You want me to tie you up?”
“Yes- again it was originally meant for you…” now you're the one blushing. His hand is still holding onto your face but after a bit he removes it and starts to work on untangling it from itself. You stop him once again. “Wait-” he pauses his tasks and cocks his head at you. You gulp and take in a shaky breath, he grinds his hips down onto your yours and both of your erections rub against each other. “Hah! Put the suit on- please Adrian put the suit on… I've been bad I've been a dirty fucking bitch-”
He doesn't give you an answer and he disappears into the hallway of your shared apartment. You hear him shuffling through the bathroom cupboards then changing clothes and within a couple minutes he comes back, the dark blue rope tied in an amateur slightly sloppy handcuff fashion and Adrian in his suit with everything but the mask. He shuffles back over to the bed and you absent mindedly sit up on its edge. You stand up, turn around and hold your hands out behind your back. “Sorry I wasn't sure how to- uh- tie it properly I'm just going based off the knot they used when they tied me up in that alien base/cellar thing and cut through half my pinky toe-”
“Adrian sweetheart-” you whine. “Its beautiful now restrain me before I change my fucking mind.” He hurries to take your shirt off, which you don't protest because he always loves to see you when you fuck, then secures the rope cuffs around your wrists pulling the rope hanging from the middle of the two cuffs tight, you wiggle your fingers to make sure your circulation isn't cut off any.
He pushes you face first onto the bed, grabs your hips and positions you so your ass sticks up slightly. He stutters for a moment kind of unsure of what he wants to do first. You open your mouth to give him advice before you feel his palm come down to slap your left ass cheek. “SHIT!” you yelp and then immediately afterwards let out a muffled moan and stick your hips up higher. “Fuck again!” Adrian tugs on the rope holding your wrists, you jerk against his pull.
“I'll slap you when I want to-” you groan, losing your jerking motions. He runs his hand up the side of your ass to round the small of your back. “I'll touch you how I want to-” he lays down another slap. “I'll move you when I want to-” Adrian pushes your hips and pelvis into the mattress. “And I'll fuck you how I see fit.” His fingers trail around the backs of your thighs rounding to the inside of your left one. He circles his thumb and applies medium forces of pressure to the space right below the entrance of your cunt.
You're hot and sweaty right there and the slick from your pussy combined with your sweat has started to leave a wet spot. You're sure Adrian can feel it, you took acute notice of his lack of gloves. He's always been tactile with you. You squirm and try to push yourself down onto his thumb but he removes his hand completely. “What did I just say?”
You huff out a scoff. “That you will fuck me how you see fit.” Adrian hums. Running his hands back up your thigh he pushes his fingers just under the hem of your underwear. He gives the flesh/muscle a couple of squeezes massaging the area there, just like how he would before giving you your testosterone shot.
“Hmmm…” his hand threads through the hairs on your ass then finally they find a way towards the back entrance of your cunt. You let out a longer than usual moan. You can hear Adrian let out a small giggle and then feel his thumb pad prop itself on the swell of your enlarged clit. He rounds the head lazily. “You said you've been bad-” little moans break every other one of his syllables. “Well you for sure are dirty fucking whore, all wet already.” A tug on the rope and the sensation of Adrian's warm breath fanning the hairs on your neck.
“Adrian I've been horrible - I've been so bad…”
“How? Did you finally kill someone -”
You let out a hearty laugh at that, a genuine one that sort of breaks the intense sexual moment but not in a bad way. “I love it when you do that… God no Adrian my love!” His index finger slides into your pussy and a sharp guttural groan rips itself from you.
“Good because you know how I'd want to be there.” you nod hastily in agreement. “We fuck together we kill together!”
“Yes yes yes- Adrian!” He starts to move his index finger inside you curling and sliding in and out in a hard to place rhythm. “I've been horrible in other ways…” His motions stall and minutely you can feel the tension on your wrist get tighter. He's asking you to continue- to confess. “I've stolen-” he removes his finger and hand completely and for a moment you're certain he's going to stop all together. Then you're being hosted up by your abdomen back still facing him and your underwear is being pulled off completely. After you're completely nude he drops you back down and lands another slap to your ass. “I stole your sweater- the one you specifically told me not to wear-” two fingers enter you this time, not slowly but very abruptly. You push back into them. Adrian fucks back into you.
In and out in and out curling up into you then he adds another, three fingers now occupy your slick womb. “And then when you were out I rutted into it like a dog-oh shit! Ahhh fuck fuck…mmmm oh my god! I came all over your fucking sweater…OHHH!”
“Hmm so that's where you got the dog thing from?” You know he's not trying to mock you, at least not explicitly, but still it sends a hot shame down your back and coats your cock. “Wait one second. His hand leaves you for a moment, same with the one around the rope and you hear the zipper of his pants come undone. Soft whimpers come from behind you and soon the head of your boyfriend's cock is pressing inside your cunt. He bends down to kiss the back of your neck. “Sorry I can't really hold the rope and do what I'm about to at the same time….” He apologizes like a fool. “Don't stop talking though- it's hot and” he slips inside you. “- I really appreciate it when you're honest with me.” He applies one last kiss to your neck before he pushes himself back so he is standing over your bent forward frame. Both of his hands clasp your hips and he thrusts his hips into you while pulling you towards him.
Little moans break out of Adrian to crowd your now senseless confessions. “I lied as welL- ah! I-i I…ughhhh when you asked me-ee OH GOD!” his pace is brutal and it seems with everything you tell him he thrust harder. “mmmm-ah! I lied when on our first date- to you about how you incorrectly identified the raven we saw- sh-shhhh-SHIT!” Adrian’s hips sputter for a moment so he can grab a tuft of your hair.
“I knew it!” he jerks your head back assertively. “Was it actually a crow?” You nod in his grasp and he lets your head go back to rest on the bed again. When he brings his grip back down onto your hip again he digs in a bit harder just enough to leave bruises. “Oh- you are sick! Maybe I won't just fuck tesorerone into you- maybe I need to fuck some sense into you as well?” He says this but you can feel his cock twitching inside you hear his breathing become labored and feel the pre-cum start to leak out of him.
“Adrian sweetheart-” you get cut off by your own moan. This time it completely wracks you. Every muscle in your stomach, lower back, and thighs tense up. Your whole body shakes and with one relentless yelp you come all over his cock.
“Oh shit-” it takes Adrian a couple of more thrusts ,while you are bridging the line of overstimulation, then he comes. Adrian collapsed onto your back before you nudged him with your head as a signal for him to roll off you. He does and you give him a peck on his nose.
“You did an amazing, sweet thing.” You steal a peck on his lips, then both his cheeks, and then his nose again.
A blossoming smile coats your lips as he gives you a kiss back. “ I think you did amazing too!”
“Thank you … now help me get out of these, please.” You give him soft doe eyes and he brushes the hair out of your face. “Oh and don't worry I have actually researched how to tie all different types of knots and binds, just for you my Adrian.”
Adrian hums while unraveling the binds on your wrists. When you're free he turns your head with his hand. “I wouldn't put it past you.”
“Good, now let's get cleaned up.”