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Lucy isn’t expecting Cooper to be so shocked by her question. This is probably the first time he’s really blushed in front of her, that’s how freaking bad it is.
They haven’t gotten to a point in their relationship yet where kinks start to come to light. She has no doubt that he has some fantasy he isn’t telling her about, just like she has a few that she’s had to keep at bay. But she really likes having sex with him. Like, really likes it. She’s never been shy about her sexual appetite, and he brings that out in her even more than any other partner has.
So, she has no problem asking him about roleplaying. If he doesn’t want to do it, then he’ll say no.
She guesses he wasn’t expecting her to ask so unabashedly in broad daylight while they’re sitting in his backyard, having a normal conversation, which is fair enough. Maybe she should have waited until night time when they were in bed.
But ever since she started coming around more without the pretense of watching Janey, and started seeing all of his cowboy movie posters lining the walls, the thought hasn’t really left her mind.
“Yeah, we could… we could do that. What’d you have in mind?”
That’s also part of why she asked the question now instead of later. What she wants might be too intense for him, so she wants to give him time to think about it, and she wants to make sure they do it all the right way.
Lucy lays on the couch with her hands bound in front of her by a thick rope. His rope, that he’d just lovingly and gently tied around her wrists. In the fantasy, however, a bad man has done it after kidnapping her, so she quickly tries to get into character.
She’s excited to do this with a real actor. She’s never really done anything like this before, and she can’t imagine any of her past sexual partners being able to take something like this even semi-seriously.
He has her lay there, bound and gagged with another rope, for a few minutes at least. It helps get her into character, but she’s also very impatient.
When he does enter, she really does feel like he’s coming to rescue her. He put on his cowboy hat and a sort of cowboy getup, complete with a pocket knife in his holster instead of a gun. He saunters over to her with a genuine look of concern while she makes pleading eyes at him.
“It’s all right now, sweetheart,” he promises, laying his accent on thick like he does in the movies. “I’m here to rescue you.”
He takes the rope out of her mouth but doesn’t unbind her hands, scooping her up effortlessly. “Thank you, sir!” She exclaims, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Did those men hurt ya?” He asks, taking in her body as if to look for any wounds. She did tell him to improvise, after all. “No, sir. Are you gonna take me home now?”
She’s almost worried that he won’t be able to go through with this, but then he clicks his tongue and heads towards the stairs. She remembers the way his eyes went dark and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat when she explained to him what she wanted to do.
“Not quite yet, darlin’.”
Lucy feels her heart rate start to pick up when they get to his bedroom, as if she’s really living this scenario. “What’s going on?”
Cooper gives her a soft smile and sits on the edge of the bed, holding her in his lap, where she can feel that he’s already hard. She gasps and tries to pull away from him, but he holds her there firmly. “I rescued you, didn’t I?” He asks, smoothing her hair down. She frowns and nods, avoiding eye contact until he grabs her face and forces her to look at him.
“Don’t ya think I deserve something in return?”
He runs a gentle hand over her breast, teasing her already hard nipples through her top. “My family has money, sir,” she pleads, trying her best to pull away from him.
“I don’t want your money. I’ll bring you back home afterwards, I swear it,” he promises earnestly, taking his cowboy hat off and placing it over his heart. “You just gotta be a good girl right now.”
That sends a chill down her spine. He’s fucking good at this. He starts kissing her neck, and it really does feel like it’s the first time he’s ever done this to her, the first time she’s ever experienced something like this. She squirms in his lap a little, already uncomfortably wet and turned on by the whole thing.
His blown pupils take in her face, and he tucks a stray hair behind her ear delicately. Then, he takes out the knife. She reacts accordingly, gasping and squirming away from him despite his firm grip on her. He really is holding it close to her, and she has to trust that he knows what he’s doing with it.
“If I untie you, are ya gonna be good?”
“Yes, sir.” She nods vigorously, and he cuts the rope holding her wrists together, kissing the slightly red skin. At first she thinks it’s a little bit out of character, but it also makes sense that the cowboy he’s playing doesn’t want anyone else to hurt her.
He hums appreciatively at her obedience and finally dips his head to capture her lips in a rough kiss. “You ever been with a man?” For some reason the natural conclusion for her is to meekly shake her head no.
He gives her a sly smile as his adams apple bobs in his throat, clearly taking some sort of satisfaction in being her ‘first time.’ She wishes he really was. It’s nice to pretend.
It’s also nice to pretend that she doesn’t want it.
“Stand up for me, sugar,” he urges, bringing her to her feet along with him.
“Raise your arms,” he orders, preparing to slip off her nightgown. She hesitantly bats her eyelashes up at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I just wanna go home,” she whines, backing away from him. Cooper matches her pace, giving her a mocking pout.
“I ain’t gonna ask you again.”
Lucy gulps and shakily raises her arms above her head, allowing Cooper to peel her nightgown off without any issue. She’s more exposed than she usually is, and more at his mercy.
She’s fast to cross her arms back over her chest, which he doesn’t seem to care about much, until he’s guiding her back to sit on the bed. “Listen here, little lady.” He grabs her by the jaw again, looming over her with nothing short of fire in his gaze. Does he like dominating her like this? “You said you’d be good if I cut you loose. I don’t have to go tying you up again, do I?”
Lucy can’t help the small smile that blooms on her face at the threat. It is an option, if the moment strikes him, but she sort of likes it as a thread hanging in the air for now. She’s able to ground herself back into the moment, even if she is excited. “No, please don’t.”
He nods, petting her hair like he would do to Roosevelt. “Alright then. Lay on your tummy.”
Lucy clenches around nothing in anticipation of what she knows is coming, what she’s downright desperate for. When she hesitates and doesn’t move fast enough he manhandles her into the exact position he wants her in, even as she yelps and instinctually fights his rough hands.
“Cmon. Ass up, girl,” he quickly urges. She can hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, which makes her move into position a bit faster than she should have.
“Now let’s get these off of ya.” She actually gets nervous when he starts taking her panties off. She’s in a more vulnerable position than she’s used to, and he still has all of his clothes on.
“Oh, look at that wet little pussy o’ yours,” he rumbles in admiration, tracing her labia with a featherlight touch. She flinches and recoils from him with a small gasp.
Her hips start to lower, and she moves across the bed when she hears him unclasp his belt and pull down the zipper of his jeans. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” He sounds angry, grabbing her ankle and dragging her back into position with ease.
“You’re a disobedient little thing. I’m shocked nobody’s ever screwed you ‘till you couldn’t walk.”
Oh gosh! Lucy can’t believe he’s talking this dirty to her. She can’t believe she didn’t think he would like doing something like this. He’s just always been so sweet to her, and so respectful of her, which only heightens how much she’s enjoying playing this out with him.
After he pulls his cock out, he very easily forces her back into position despite her whining and begging. “Please, sir, please don’t.” He responds by grabbing both of her arms and holding them behind her back. He’s so much stronger than her that she genuinely tries to fight against it, but fails miserably.
“Bad little girl,” he chides, slapping her ass lightly. It doesn’t really hurt, but she still whimpers pathetically. “I don’t wanna hear no more complaining outta that mouth. Things coulda been a lot worse for you, understood?”
When she doesn’t respond immediately, he swings his arm back and forth to deliver a few more blows in quick succession. This time it really does hurt, and the sounds she makes are involuntary as tears well up in the corners of her eyes.
“Yes sir.”
Cooper starts a lot slower than she expected him to, and once he’s fully sheathed himself inside of her, he pauses. “How’s that feel?”
He reaches underneath her to rub her clit, which feels overwhelmingly good. She quivers from her stomach down to her legs at the sensation. She’s sure she would have flopped down onto the bed if it wasn’t for his arm reaching around her, keeping her hips firmly in the air.
She doesn’t want to answer him, imagining that she would feel so ashamed at how good it all feels. Instead she buries her face in the sheets. And then he begins to move.
After giving her a few moments to adjust he’s completely impatient, and the rapid sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. All the while he holds her down and in place, restrained, downright abusing her clit with his other hand.
“Take it, take it,” he groans like a violent and powerful mantra. She feels stupid about crying, but she does. She’s so in character and so filled with shame that she fucking cries.
She sobs through her orgasm, and damn if that doesn’t spur him on. She doesn’t even come close to saying her safe word so he fucks her harshly and without very much of the physical affection that she’s used to. Only placating words stream out of his mouth in a drunken sounding melody.
“You’re being so good now, sweetheart. I know, I know,” he soothes. She’s so limp that he lets her go without any fight, and her body collapses on the bed so that her lower half is still hanging off the side of it. Her feet don’t quite touch the ground. He follows her and drapes himself over her so that they’re completely flush. The new position slows him down a bit, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“I ought to keep you as my wife,” he says into her ear. “My little wife. I’ll ask your family. I’ll tell ‘em what you did with me here.” He slaps her ass again when she doesn’t respond. She wonders if that’s his favourite part of all this.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against her back and leaving gentle kisses there. He wraps his arms around her waist and starts to pull her back onto his cock to meet his thrusts.
“Tell me it feels good.”
Lucy yelps each time he pulls her back, barely finding the words. “Tell me right fuckin’ now.”
“It feels good!”
“Say that you’re grateful. Say it.” He sounds so desperate and breathless that it makes her shudder.
“I’m grateful, sir.”
“For what?”
“Saving me,” she whimpers as his hips start to stutter and he lets out a low sound. He comes inside of her, something he hasn’t really done before, and she imagines living out this fantasy forever, being forced to carry the man’s child and be his little wife.
It’s not as easy to snap out of character for either of them as she thought it would be. Cooper had warned her about that when she described this particular fantasy in great detail. He said that when scenes in his movies are emotionally charged, sometimes there isn’t an off switch. He might cry, or be angry, or beat down, for 30 minutes afterwards.
He was right. She doesn’t stop crying, and she finds herself still thinking about the needs of the character she was playing. She desperately needs physical comfort. Weirdly enough, she’s scared that he won’t be soft afterwards, or that he won’t want to hold her.
That, of course, is the furthest thing from the truth. He pulls out of her and stays on top of her for a few moments while he catches his breath. “You alright?” She can still hear hints of that accent in his voice, which is oddly comforting.
She nods with a little sniffle, trying to will herself to stop crying. He pulls away from her and wipes his cum off of her with a tissue before he kicks off his boots and slides under the covers, pulling her up the bed with him.
She didn’t get to see his face while they were having sex this time, and when they finally are face to face she feels strangely shy. His brow is furrowed like he’s angry about something, but she can see him trying to snap out of it for her sake. “Was that too much?”
“No, it was perfect.” She likes the vulnerability she feels now, and that she felt then. It’s profoundly intimate, unlike anything she’s ever experienced with someone before. And it’s strangely comforting to know that even though he’s capable of hurting her, he never actually would. Not like her dad did to her mom.
Oh.
That’s a train of thought for another day, she thinks.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m still crying,” she apologizes shakily.
“That’s normal. You don’t gotta apologize.” The accent is still sort of there, and he’s still wearing the clothes. Maybe neither of them are quite ready to let the feelings go.
“What do you think would happen to us?” It’s a stupid question. She feels embarrassed to even ask it.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean like, if this was a movie… where would we go from there?”
“I think if this were a movie, she’d escape while he was asleep,” he says with a small smile, grounding her back in reality. “And I think he’d know that she was escaping, but let her go.”
Finally, she feels like she’s starting to snap out of it. “You think he’d let her go?”
“Yeah. I feel like he had a deep fondness for her. He knew he was hurting her. He wouldn’t want her to be stuck with him.” Cooper wipes away her tears while he paints the tableau, and Lucy thinks it’s a little bit beautiful.
She also wonders if he’s been reading any of her romance novels.
Eventually Cooper leaves to get water for both of them, and when he comes back he strips down into his boxers and holds her until he falls asleep.
She stays awake late into the night, thinking about how her dad could ever do what he did, with a renewed sense of safety while she lays in Cooper’s arms.