#@purejasmine

[faegoddessog]

Daily Meal

 Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, sex in public places, , unprotected PiV, (Play safe ya'll!) Light Dom/Sub, Oral sex (m &f).

Summary: Austin and gf have temporarily moved to New York, work is stressful for her. He has a tried and true solution.

A/N: Thank you to @slowsweetlove for the inspiration on this lil' one shot! I hope it lives up to expectation.

Please let me know if you see anything that needs attention (other than the fucking hot pic of Austin in a backstage setting that perfectly goes with this story that I wrote way before those pics came out.. magic!!)

She was sitting on the couch in their apartment, back to the door. It was bad Feng Shui, but it was the only place the robust piece of furniture would fit in the narrow New York apartment. They had rented it furnished and would only be here for about 9 months anyway.  

She loved going with Austin to his film locations when she could. She adored travel and exploration, but she adored Austin exponentially more. He was the most kind person she had ever met. The fact that he was beyond handsome and famous didn't even matter to her. He had amazed her from their first meeting. A meeting after which, he began to pursue her diligently. 

They had been in the City for just over two weeks now, under the guise of 'getting settled’. Really, they had come early because Austin had an addiction, theater. He had drug her out to shows nearly every night for the past two weeks before he started work on his new job. It's not like she hated going, she liked theater too. Just… whoa. She was at the point where she couldn't remember which scene belonged to which play. 

All that would slow down as today was the first table read of the new play Austin was starring in. Austin was so excited to be working on Broadway again. When he left that morning he was like a kid in a candy shop: smiling, nervous and buzzing. 

Tonight though, he promised her something different. He was going to take her to his favorite little hole in the wall place, they had live music every night and 'the best cocktails in town'.  

It was weird for him to want to be out so much, usually he was more of a ‘let’s stay in’ kind of guy. She supposed this was what theater did to him. 

Right now though, she had her headphones on trying to finish her remote work before he got home. There had been problems all day at the home office, deadlines had gotten moved up and her boss had put a lot of pressure on her to get them done. She had been frantically working all afternoon and felt like she was getting nowhere. Stumbling blocks and obstacles just kept popping up right and left. She felt like the project was slipping through her fingers. 

Austin traipsed down the hallway to their apartment. His day had been so good, the table read went amazing and the meeting after showed a ton of excitement built up about his new show. He was riding a high when he opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch, back to the door. 

He took a minute to look at her toeing off his shoes as per the rental agreement.  Her hair was up in a bun, the noise canceling headphones that she preferred to earbuds when working cradling her head. The wide neck of her shirt had slipped down, showing off her shoulders. The thin gold necklace that he had given her draped over the back of her neck gave him warm fuzzies.  

Damn he loved her. He was so happy that he got to bring his best girl with him on this project and share with her his love for theater. 

The fact that she could do her job anywhere was amazing. He loved when she joined him on location, though she only ever visited the set occasionally during filming. She said it was important that they had their own bits of life, she didn't want him to feel smothered or like she had to check up on him on set. In fact, she could never make him feel that way. In the past two years, she had become his rock, his solid base to cling to as he jumped into projects that scared him, that pushed him. 

He closes the door. She doesn’t turn, clearly sucked in. 

"Well shit!" she exclaims loudly, banging on her keyboard a little too vehemently,  obviously trying to make something work that was not working. 

Austin's eyes narrow in concern. She is usually quite collected, but the move and work had been stressful on her. 

He slips into the bedroom, then out again unnoticed, pushing something into his jeans pocket. Austin walks up behind her and lightly touches her bare shoulders. She jumps a bit, startled, and looks up. 

"Oh hey babe," she pulls her headphones off her ears, "how did it go?"

"It went well, I think it's gonna be a really good show," he says, "sounds like your day wasn't as great." 

"That's an understatement," she says rubbing the bridge of her nose, "the whole system just went down, again. So frustrating. I feel like I can't get a foothold on this project." 

He leans over the couch and closes the laptop, setting it aside. His lips brush her sensitive spot behind her ear. She closes her eyes, raises her hands to wrap around him and leans into his soft attentions. 

"Feeling out of control are you?" he rumbles in her ear, "I have something that might help." 

Before she can ask what, he slips his bracelets over her wrists. The ones that mean she doesn't get to make decisions until they come off.  The ones that signify he is in charge. The ones that mean she belongs to him. 

Two beautiful Italian-made leather cuff bracelets he had made in lieu of a collar. She did not like things tight around her neck, they had discovered. 

The cuffs could dangle comfortably loose, or they could be tightened with small decorative looking buckles if he needed them tighter. They had beautiful intertwining loops of leather with a couple rings of metal that Austin could slip his fingers into to control her or restrain her. Or he could clip them together with a carabiner. He was quite proud of his little invention, really.  She can stop it all with the murmur of their safe word, of course. But she was loath to use it unless completely necessary.  

She sighs as he slips them on,  pussy clenching, almost Pavlovian in response at this point.  God she loves him, he always knows exactly what she needs. Right now, she needs to not be in charge for a while. He must have had a really good day. He only got them out  when he was in a really good mood.  

"You know I wanted to take you out tonight, Doll," his hands slide down the front of her shirt, teasing her nipples, "but you aren't dressed yet. Oh hunny, what are we gonna do about that?" 

"Out? Aren't we staying in?" she frowned a little, shaking her wrists a little. She had never worn the cuffs out in public before.

"Oh no, we are going, and those are going to stay on. It's New York, after all. No one will think twice," he says, stepping to the chair opposite the couch.

"Yes, Austin," she says looking up at him, grateful to not have to make the decision. 

God he is beautiful. His tall frame is both lean and muscular, she knew he was stronger than he looked. Whether he had a little bit of scruff or he was clean shaven, his face was the very definition of handsome. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones and the most adorable little corner mouth dimple on his left side. He was dotted with a unique constellation of freckles that she had been known to trace with her fingertips over his cheek and with her tongue as they dipped down his neck and onto his chest. His lips, oh lord, his lips were always soft and kissable. The sharp bow of his upper lip in opposition with the full roundness of the bottom one. He could do things with that mouth, things the mere thought of which had her wet. His newly darkened hair accentuated his piercing blue eyes. His new character was raven haired and he was nothing if not thorough in his preparation. His dedication to his craft was something she adored about him. 

"Now, you are going to peel down right here,” he places himself deliberately in the chair,  leaning back, long legs crossed, "then you will wear what I pick out." 

His thumb and long fore-finger outline his mouth, pulling his bottom lip out. Something he did when he was nervous or when he was looking at something that turned him on. Right now that something was her. He waved his other hand in a 'well get on with it' gesture.  

"Yes Austin," she said, standing up, "what first?" 

"Hmm, top," he said simply. 

They had played this game before. She knew he liked her to undress slowly and to touch herself when she did it. Her hand started at her waist, fingertips dragging the bottom edge of her shirt up, exposing the natural roundness of her belly. 

She was no impossibly thin supermodel, she was curvy, strong, healthy. He liked that about her, liked that she didn't conform to the California/Fashion/Hollywood standards he had grown up with. She marched to the beat of her own drum. She was hot as fuck doing it. He had noticed that since she was thrust into the public eye by dating him, she was starting to lead the pack in promoting body positivity, just by being herself. 

The hem of her shirt got caught momentarily on her naturally large breasts as she slowly stripped off her top. She hated wearing bras when at home. Her breasts bounced just a little as the shirt broke free. It was tantalizing to him. 

"Turn around," he said, "pull those bottoms down, both of them."

Her thumbs hooked onto the waistband of her joggers and panties. Pulling first one side down over her luscious hips, then the other to just under her ass. 

"Stop," he said quickly," mmm, pull those cheeks apart for me."

She grasped the roundness of her ass. The spreading sparking little sensations to her asshole and consequently to her pussy. She breathes out the tiniest of moans. She loves when he orders her to touch herself. 

"Down to your ankles now," he says. 

She steps back from the couch, more in the middle of the space and, bending at the waist, pushes her panties and joggers to the floor.

"Yes, show me that pussy, Doll," his deep voice starting to sound husky.

She steps her feet out of her clothes and then apart, pushing her hips back to him. Reaching back, she pulls her ass cheeks apart. 

"Oh my, baby, you look like you are wet, touch yourself and check," he directs. He has uncrossed his legs, manspreading in the most delicious way, giving himself room to grow. 

Reaching between her legs with one hand, she dips a finger into her seeping wetness, pulling away a string of moisture. 

"Oh yes you are," he breaths, "do you like being all bent over in front of me, Doll? Showing me that wet, needy pussy?" The sound of a zipper reaches her ears. 

"Yes Austin," her only reply. 

Austin's hands are on her hips, guiding her to his now fully erect, fully exposed lap. "Sit that pretty pussy down on my big cock." 

It was big; long fingers and hands do not lie, at least when it came to Austin. 

She nestles down onto him with a pleasure filled moan. The first taste of his cock in her pussy was always perfection for them both, and it only got better from there.

"Oh yes, baby doll, , such a good girl, so wet for me” he praises her, “clean that finger off sweetheart," he pushes her hand to her mouth. 

She turns her head to the side so he can watch her lick her juices. She moans around her finger as he slowly slides in and out of her. 

"Hands," his gruff voice says. 

She knows what he wants. She wants it too. She presents her wrists behind her. He laces the two fingers of one hand into the straps on both wrists. Pulling them tight behind her.

"Make me cum in that pussy baby, ride me," he leans back. 

Clenching his ass and pushing himself further upward, he gives her his whole shaft to ride. His thumb strokes the soft skin of her inner wrist. 

"Yes Austin,” she loves not having to think about what to do next. Getting her feet under her, she slowly rises and falls, savoring every centimeter of him.  The stress of the day forgotten as warmth percolates in her lower belly. 

"Fuck yes, god I love your wet cunt wrapped around my dick," he groans out. "Does it feel good doll?"

"Yes Austin," she moans through clenched teeth. Her hips gyrate in slow, wide circles as she slides him further into her. His head brushes past the singular delicious point on the front of her vagina. 

“Ohmigod!” falls from her lips as a shudder runs through her.  

"Don't you cum unless I say so," he struggles not to fuck her back, to let her do all the work. 

"Oh fuck, yes Austin," she moans. 

She had almost forgotten that part, it had been too long since he had taken the weight of the world from her shoulders. 

As she settles into a slow rhythm, Austin’s free hand slips around her ribcage, his long fingers pressing just under her breast. He steers her towards the pace he wants. 

“Yes baby doll, just like that,” his voice sonorous and deep. 

The exquisite ache starts to pour down his cock and coalesce deep in his groin. He takes a second to watch this gorgeous creature impaling herself on him. The muscles of her triceps popping  as he holds her arms. He can just see the sides of her tits, pressed out and bouncing.  He makes a mental note to have  a mirror to hang on the wall opposite so he can watch her fully. The idea makes his pelvic floor clench and his arousal heighten. 

“Oh god, oh fuck!” she cries out, his cock bouncing just a little inside her. It’s a small movement but it pings the nerves just right. It forces her muscles to contract deliciously around him, compelling her right up to her edge. The edge, she knew, that was not allowed to her, not yet. 

His chuckle came from deep in his chest. He knows she is getting close. He knows her cues, he made a study of her when they first got together, and he was nothing if not thorough. He fucking loves making her cum. 

Her clamping down on his cock makes him gasp.  Austin can’t help himself now, his glutes flexing and thighs straining, thrusting into her. The course of their movement falls naturally into him holding her still so he can fuck her.  He loves fucking her. The anticipation builds in him, the glorious pressure seeps into his lower stomach.

Her head is thrown back, her legs are shaking. His thrusts are perfection, pumping in and out of her, hitting her inside in a way that she just can’t emulate.   She loves it when he fucks her. Warmth rises to heat, swelling inside her seeking a crack from which to release. 

“Please, can I come, please,” she whines, toes curling, muscles tense trying to control the  pleasure wanting to burst out of her.  Wetness trickles down the base of his shaft and onto his balls, 

“NO!” his rasping reply through gritted teeth. He fucks her.

Her eyebrows draw together in a grimace, but the corner of her lips curl into a smile. Yeah, she loves this. This teetering on the edge, praying he will let her drench his cock. 

And he fucks her. 

“Ungh,” he groans out, “Fuck. Yes!” 

Even through the haze of pleasure she is attempting to override, she can tell when he is close. She knows every sound he makes, the groan in his throat when he is so turned on there is no stopping him. She knows the cadence of his thrusts, when his balls cling tightly to his body in preparation. She fucking loves making him so hot that he can’t help but chase his orgasm single mindedly. 

And he fucks her.

“Can I cum, can I cum, can I cum,” she starts to beg, moaning over and over. 

He knows she is practically cumming already. 

But he can’t answer. 

His thrusts start to stutter, he can feel the pressure building in his balls to the point of no return. Guttural animal noises are all that he can make as the release overtakes him, his body tense. His energy focused on the single point of pulsing and surging of his cum into her frantic pussy.

Finally, he manages to sputter out “Yes.” 

Her orgasm rockets from her as she fucks herself hard on his cock. Clenching him. Drenching him. 

“YES!  YES!  YES!” she is screaming. Spine writhing like a snake.

“Oh my fucking god!” Austin’s eyes roll back, he head lolling on the back of the chair, his now sensitive cock getting a pounding of its own. 

Finally she stills. Both of them shaking, twitching. He lets go of her wrists. She turns with ragged breath to curl up in his waiting arms. 

>>>><<<<

Austin held her hand, forefinger looped through the bracelet on her hand. They had somehow managed to avoid most paparazzi, though by now they just always assumed there would be photos of them. 

 They walked down the alleyway, towards the blue neon feline over a paint-splattered black door with a stenciled white outline of a cat. It looked grungy and unkept. She looked at Austin as though he was crazy. He just smiled at her, pulled at the door handle without a scrap of hesitation. 

She was wearing the outfit he picked out for her. A dark brown wraparound cocktail dress with capped sleeves and plunging neckline. The curved hemline of the wrap meeting in the front, forming an inverted V. Her legs flashed as she walked. He picked it because he could have easy and full access to her bare pussy. Of course he wouldn’t let her have panties.   She wore leather heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed and matched the cuffs dangling from her wrists. 

The second they walk down the stairs and into the speakeasy, she knows why he loves it here. It’s like they were instantly transported backstage. Props and set pieces make up the decor, it’s dark and intimate. There is exposed brick and  ductwork and even a steel support beam bolted to its  concrete footing.  She half expects to see a rack of costumes roll by and actors with overly emphasized rouged cheeks hurrying to make their entrance, stage left. 

There is a stage in fact, a tiny one. There is a band playing and the place is pleasantly filled with patrons. 

The bartender greets him like an old friend. They exchange a few sentences and he introduces her. Austin never lets go of her hand. Almost as if she is an anchor for his introverted self in the metaphorical sea of people. 

They are shown to the most dark secluded round table with round couch seating in the back corner next to an egress that says ‘STAGE’ in grungy, scuffed lettering. He motions for her to take a seat.

“Peel that skirt slit back as you sit,” he whispers as he strips off his elegant black jacket revealing his basic white t-shirt underneath and the stitching detail on his black trousers. As he sits, he lays the jacket partially over her lap as though she was cold. It’s just a little extra insurance, the table hides most of her lap. 

He snuggles her in tight to him, his long legs crossed towards her. Her hand rests lightly on his thigh One arm languidly around her shoulders, the other resting high on her now bare thigh under his jacket.  He looks her up and down while they sit and enjoy the music for a minute, his fingers making little circles on her inner thigh. 

“You know Doll,” he leans in, lips close to her ear, “you look good enough to eat, I might just make you my daily meal.” 

Her arm curls her hand to play in his dark hair. The moment is  so intimate. She looks demurely down, pressing her lips together as his fingers graze her other ones under the table. 

The waitress walks over. They both smile up at her like he doesn't have his hand up her dress. 

“Hi, what can I get you two lovebirds,” she says, “Oh wow, I love your bracelet. Where did you get it.” 

“He had them specially made for me,” she grins at Austin. He just nods, not offering any more information. 

The waitress doesn’t note the plural. Austin orders  a lemon sour and the grilled maitake for her and decides on the fried quail and a green toki highball for himself. 

When the drinks are delivered, Austin removes his hand from her thigh and then replaces it with the one draped over her shoulders. 

“Wider,” he says smiling while handing her the lemon sour. Her legs part just enough so his hand can slip between them. As he sips, he pulses two fingers against her labia in time to the music.  

She  watches the  little stage, trying not to show her arousal on her face as she drinks. His pulsing becomes pushing as her wetness creeps onto his digits. Slowly sinking his long dextrous fingers over her clit and to the second knuckle inside her warm wet pussy over and over. It’s getting harder for her to keep her composure. 

Food arrives. He retracts his fingers, wiping them cursorily between her thighs. She notes that they still glisten as he pulls a piece of quail off with his hands. Looking her in the eyes, he licks his fingers off before putting the bite in his mouth. 

She knows what that beautiful tongue can do and hopefully will do later, if she’s good.

When they are done with their meal, she excuses herself to the bathroom, slickness lubricating her inner thighs.   She makes her way through the rabbit warren that is the underground of this building to find the restroom. She tries her best to wipe away her arousal, not that she is embarrassed, she loves being this wet for Austin. It’s just that she came dangerously close to leaving a wet spot  on the back of her dress. 

When she steps out, hair, pussy and makeup refreshed, Austin is there, coat over his arm,  in the tight hallway. He smiles and takes her by the hand, fingers looping into the leather at her wrist. He leads her, she is sure, in the wrong direction, away from the speakeasy. 

“Austin, I think it’s that way,” she says, pointing over her shoulder, forgetting the rules of their game. 

He stops near a door and looks at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you questioning me?” 

“I just don’t want them to think we aren’t paying… or … some…thing.” she says, her words falling off.

“Hmm,” is all he says. 

He pushes the door open staring at her, then nods his head toward the dark entrance.   He had been here before, and was hoping not much had changed. 

The door led into another darkened narrow hallway, then opened onto the backstage wing of this old theater.  There was a concrete ledge and exposed brick, even some graffiti. The leg curtains still hang, dusty, masking this little used space. 

The stage itself and the old seating area are clearly in the process of some kind of remodeling job. The lights are still on, blazing. Someone may still be at work here at this late hour. 

Austin walks a little, checking out the stage. She can tell the place is speaking to his theater blood. He places his jacket on the stone ledge.  He strides two steps toward her and leans against the stone to brick wall. With narrowed eyes, he looks her up and down. 

"Damn baby doll," the fingers of his right hand, glide across his bottom lip and chin as if trying to decide what to do with her, “about that daily meal.”

He reaches for her, pulling her against him. He flips her hair over her shoulder with the back of his hand, sliding it behind her neck and up to the back of her head. He presses her back to the wall. 

"Spread your legs baby doll," his lips brush her ears as he grasps her hair in a loose fist. 

The sensation on her head makes her shudder, the growl of his voice sends deep vibrations to her core. She steps her feet gingerly apart. 

"Lift your skirt, like a good girl," he kisses her cheek sweetly. 

Her fingers gather the front of her skirt into her palms. The cool air of the space feels good on her hot cunt. 

"Mmm, such a pretty pussy," he croons in her ear. Austin's long fingers brush the length of her outer lips.

"This is pretty dry baby,  do you not like our little game anymore?" he asks with almost a pout, patting her mons, "do you want me to stop?" He lets his hand drop to his side. 

"No, no, I love it," she says quickly. She grabs his hand and pulls it back to her, “please don't stop." She was too far into the scene now, he had built her up too much all night to just stop. She needed him, needed whatever he decided to give her tonight. 

"Tch, tch, tch,” his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, “oh Doll, did I say you could let go of your skirt?" He looks at her reprovingly, one eyebrow lifted, "questioning me, making up your own directions… oh no.” 

Whoops. 

"I'm sorry…Sir," she quickly gathered her skirt up again, bottom lip catching in her teeth. 

"Oh sugar, it's ok, or it will be in a minute," a devilish smile curls his lips.

Slap! His hand met her pussy with a sharp smack. The jolt sent electricity through her. She fucking loved when he slapped her pussy, liked it even when her bracelets weren't on. 

"Say it," his voice was stern as he pets her, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light. 

"Austin," she breathes.

Slap! Her mouth curves slightly upwards as she jolts, chin tilting up. 

"Is," the word comes out more defiant than she meant. 

The hand in her hair tightens hard and pulls her head back, towering over her, his jawline set.  Moisture springs immediately to the waterline of her eyes. 

SLAP! Harder. Her leg shakes with the pain and pleasure of it. 

"Hnngh, In," more of a moan than a spoken word. 

Austin's lips brush hers. His tongue flickers out to wet her lips, then his own push gently against them. His lips leave, but his eyes remain close to hers. She can see her desire reflected in his eyes. 

SLAP! Hardest. 

"Charge!" the word squeals from her throat.

"Mmm hmmm, that's right Doll," he croons, staring at her eyes, "now, are you gonna be good and do as I say?”"

She would nod if she could, but his grip on her hair was just tight enough to restrict her movement.

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. 

“That’s my girl,” he releases her hair and kisses her softly, lovingly, his hand rubbing soothingly on her tingly,  dry lips. 

“Hmm, maybe this little pussy  just needs some encouragement?” he rubs a deep circle over her mons. Zings of pleasure tighten in her. 

“Oh fuck,” slips from her mouth.

“Oh my, what a dirty mouth you have, Doll. Do I need to give it something else to do?” he asks, stepping back from her, fingers tapping the clasp at his waist. 

She stands there, looking down at his tapping hand, breath shallow. She is still holding her dress up, still exposed to him, for him. Gods she is beautiful, he was so smitten with her.  

She is trying so hard to be good.  All she really wants is to leap on him, make him fuck her until she fills the thearter with the cacophony of her screaming orgasm. It was easier to cum when she was loud. 

“Hmm?” he waits. 

Slowly, she raises her eyes to his, chin still pointed down, a little hungry smile on her lips. She just nods. She loves his cock in her mouth. 

His eyebrow twitches and a little moan sounds deep in his throat. If he wasn’t fully hard before, the look on her face made him so now. He pulls open the clasp quicker than he meant to. 

Fuck she made him want her so badly. He thought about just sinking his cock into her. Fucking her until she begged him to stop, then doing it a little longer. She would be loud in this cavernous place and probably alert everyone in a half mile radius. 

He took a breath, calming himself just a little.  Not trusting himself to talk just yet, he indicates the floor with his eyes and a little nod of his head.

She slowly gets down on her knees in front of him licking her lips in preparation.

“Open” he commands as he pulls himself out.  

He places his velvety head on her outstretched tongue. 

Her eyes look up at him, she knows he likes that. The tip of her tongue laps up and down on his frenulum, her mouth still wide open. His breath leaves him in a low moan as she gradually drags his cock further and further into her mouth. When his tip hits her soft palette, her lips close engulfing him. Her wet lips dragging along his dry shaft. 

Her hands are still on the hem of her dress, holding it up, exposing herself.  Afterall, he didn’t tell her to let go and she is trying so hard to be good for him.  

He holds himself at the base as she glides her head back and forth over his length. Her tongue rippling along his underside.  He hadn’t planned on fucking her mouth, he hadn’t planned on cumming until they got home. But the thrill of maybe being caught was exhilarating and she was so fucking good at this. He found himself holding her head still and thrusting into her. He tried not to make her gag too much, but when it happened it was so hot. 

She fucking loves this, loves his movement in her mouth, loves it when he gags her just a bit, bringing up that thick spit from the back of her throat. She is surprised when his hands go to her hair to hold her still. She didn’t think he’d go for it here. It’s hot, the way he loses control. She presses her lips over her teeth. Breath is seething through his teeth, she can tell he is close. 

Her tongue feels like some kind of wizardry along the underside of his shaft. Her eyes are closed, and he watches himself sink between her pretty pink lips. 

She is his good girl, his naughty girl. 

His.

“I’m gonna cum, I don’t want to see any of it leave your mouth,” he whispers to her. His head tilts back, as she sucks him long and hard. 

Muttered curses come from him in his last few thrusts. He surges into her mouth, hot and sticky.  She greedily swallows everything he gives her. As he pulls out, her tongue presses up on the bottom of his cock, milking the dregs of his cum onto her tongue. He groans.  She leaves her tongue out to show him. 

“Let me see that dirty mouth. What a good girl you are,” he pants, “Swallow it hunny.” 

She does, licking her lips. Fuck she is hot.

He pulls her up to standing. Wiping his thumb along her wet chin. Then kissing her mouth deeply.  Her hips are rocking back and forth lewdly, hands still holding her dress up. It is clear she is too far gone to just leave. 

He deliberately tucks his spent cock back into his pants. She lets out a little whine. 

“Such a good girl, swallowing all my cum. I think you earned a little reward, don’t you?” his fingers lightly play at the collar of her dress. 

She is practically seething with desire, if she didn’t have the bracelets on, she would have shoved him up against the wall and had her way with him. But all she can do right now is nod. 

“Use your words,” he admonishes, fingers tracing down the curves of her waist. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” she pants, ”I need...” 

“What do you need, baby doll, tell me…” he urges her on.

“I need… I need to cum.” the last word exhaled out, barely audible. 

“Oh but baby Doll,” his pinky and thumb splayed to either side, he draws a long, slow line up her inner thighs. She shudders as his touch sends electricity up her spine. He stops just short. “You forgot to say please.” 

SLAP! 

Her pussy stings in the most glorious way. 

“Start over,” he says low in her ear. 

SLAP! 

“I need..” she moans SLAP!

“to cum…” she is shaking

SLAP! 

“Please!” her voice a whine.

SLAP! 

“SIR!” The last impact is like stinging rapture.

“Shhhh, that’s better, my good girl,” he says quietly in her ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to be quiet. Understand?”

Her eyes go big for a second, she is terrible at being quiet, but she is shaking with the wanting of him, she won’t make it home in this state. She just nods, biting her lip,  hoping she can. 

He backs her up to the stone ledge, grasping her inner thigh, he lifts her leg so that her foot is on the ledge. She is more exposed than ever, wide open for him. 

“Keep your hands on the ledge,” he whispers in her ear. 

He falls to his knees in front of her. 

“Well that did it baby doll, you are dripping now. You must like me in your mouth, yes?”

“Oh yes sir,” she whispers. 

“Do you like it when I punish this pretty pussy” he asks, looking up at her. 

She just whines and nods, not trusting herself to speak.

“I’m gonna clean this up now, you stay quiet.” 

He licks long strokes up her pussy, strings of moisture sticking to his tongue. With one hand, he spreads her labia wide. He can see her glisten, even in the dim light. Knowing he doesn’t need to gently warm her up, he dives right in. He presses his mouth to her, his nose buried against her mons. The middle of his tongue rolling wide just below her clit. God he loves the taste of her pussy. He could lick her all night. 

The instant his tongue hits her, her supporting leg nearly gives out. Thankfully the ledge is there to hold her up. 

His tongue reaches back, pushing into her as far as he can go. He laps up toward her clit, bringing her juices along.

God he is good at this. She is lost in the motions of his tongue against her. Her lips pressed tight together, trying not to moan. She could let him tongue fuck her into oblivion. 

He traces a circle around her clit. Then two fingers push their way into her wet slit. Her spine curls over him as thrilling tension fills her. He flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, then rubs with a wide tongue, fucking her slowly with his fingers.  

Her head is tucked forward, body clenched tight, the heat behind her clit collapsing in on itself. 

“Please can I come? Please?” she barely whispers. 

“Mmmhmm,” he nods, looking up at her. Holy shit, his blue eyes against that black hair looking up at her from between her legs? Divine.

Little outpourings of her juices start to soak his hand. He sucks her clit into the vacuum of his mouth, licking, licking, licking. Fingering her faster. 

He can hear a quiet, high pitched nasal whine, her teeth clamping down on the meaty pad of her thumb. Suddenly she is jerking against his mouth, exploding, thrusting her gushing cunt onto his fingers. It’s all he can do to keep contact with her wild gyrations. 

Eventually, she slows, as does he. He stands up, adjusting his now once again hardening cock. He puts his arms around her, holding her close as little aftershocks yank at her core. 

“There’s my good baby Doll.” he whispers lovingly in her ear.

She curls into him, panting quietly. 

Then he hears voices float down from the back of the theater. 

“Yes sir and as you can see we have already started renovations here.. Let me take you down and show you what we plan to do with the stage area.” 

“Very good, how much longer will all this take?”

His eyes go huge. She is still oblivious, coming down off her high. 

“Shh, we have to go,” he whispers to her. He grabs his coat and drags her quietly with his wet hand to the cramped, dark  hallway where they came in.  As they reach the door, they can hear the voices. 

“What are these water drips on the floor?” 

“Oh, um… I don't know we’ll have to check if there are any pipes up there”

“I was told this building was sound…”

Austin opens the door back near the bathrooms of the speakeasy, lips pressed together. Once the door shuts behind them he breaks out in giggles, dragging her away from the door. 

“Holy crap, that was close,” he says. 

“I didn’t see any water on the floor?” she is still slightly befuddled. 

“Oh baby, that was you all over the floor,” he tells her with a knowing smile. 

Her mouth drops open. She stops and  down at her splattered legs and covers her laughter with her hands. 

“Whoops” she says, still giggling, leaning on the wall. 

“Whoops is right,” he pulls a strand of hair away from her face. Holding her hand, he unbuckles one, then both bracelets from her wrists. They slip into his pockets. 

“I think I’d like to take you home and take my time to make love to you, if you are ok with that.” 

“Mmm more than ok,” her smile is huge and warm, “thank you Austin, I really needed that.”

“You are welcome, I’m sorry it’s been so long sweetheart,” his hand comes to her face, “and in case I haven’t said it, I am so thankful you are here with me, enduring the chaos that is sometimes my life. I love you so much.” 

“It’s our life, Austin,” she says with soft eyes, “and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you too.”  

Their lips press together in a soft, sweet kiss. 

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[butlerettes]

Ever notice that AB's hands are a lot like EP's hands.

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[butlerette]

Maybe coming out sooner than later!! Crossing fingers!

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[burninlovebutler]

Hi, Mel! Are you currently working on the Valentine's Austin fluff and the next part of "Just an Intern" or just the fluff one for now? I figured I would ask for the sake of my sanity. 🥰

this is a great question jasmine! 😅😅😅

i’m a very busy girl rn as i’m working on 4 different fics at the moment simultaneously 😅😅😅 (as well as various business essays 🙄)

so i’m working on the vday fic (“Candy Hearts”) which i’m trying to finish & post before vday 😅😅 (no promises!) BUT i wanna clarify that it is fluff AND smut so don’t you worry 🥰 lmao

the next Forever Winter chapter which will probably come out after Candy Hearts !

maybe both next week 💕 both are pretty fluffy so def on brand for valentine’s lol (and not so on brand for me lol)

Intern pt 4 is still in the very early stages 🖤

⬇️ this is Austin’s vibe in Candy Hearts 🥰💓

very giggly, blushy & shy 🥰💕

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[butler-on-beale-street]

I was just rereading your incredibly hot Austin story "Sharp Dressed Man" which I have read a number of times before. It's definitely one of my favorites! And I just wanted to make sure that if you write any Austin smut fics that you tag me, please. Thank you. And very glad you have been back to writing. More Austin smut would be welcomed with open arms and open other body parts, lol. ❤️

Thank you so much!!!! What a sweet thing to open and read! When I write more, I will definitely tag you!!!

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[ab4eva]

Jasmine (PureJasmine) and Austin Butler. 💕

Jasmine! You dear! Thank you for all of your support! 💗 I hope you like your mood board!!

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[dreamersparacosm]

I would say my favorite fic of yours is "Gaze-our-muses-are-having-sex-in-missionary" https://dreamersparacosm.tumblr.com/post/695163421780590592/gaze-our-muses-are-having-sex-in-missionary

It's hot, hard and sexy, but sweet and romantic at the same time. 😍

omg thank u so much angel 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 this made my day AHHH

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[thatoneweirdgirl17]

Okay I came up with this at work because I was left alone with my thoughts for 10 hrs.

Imagine a feyd x single mom reader except the baby is Paul’s. Reader used to be a servant in caladan and eventually her and Paul messed around, she approached lady Jessica in confidence for help but instead got sold off because Paul getting a servant girl pregnant was not part of her plan. Later feyd kinda saves reader from the a-hole who bought her but in reality he was there to kill the guy for betraying the baron and saw reader and decided he wanted her. He finds out she’s already pregnant but instead of killing her of getting rid of her he kinda hides her away so he can have his own secret lil family (maybe as a way to cope with the childhood that was stolen from him). Feyd has his harpies protect and hide her and the baby and over time the girls bond (baby is having the worlds most protective and feral aunties). Eventually reader tell feyd who the baby’s dad is and explains how she ended up at the a-holes house. Feyd finds the situation hilarious but still decides to protect reader and raise the baby as his own (not really out of love but more as a jab at Paul like haha I have your toys but they do eventually grow to care about each other, maybe not love but definitely a codependency). When the baby is born he immediately becomes attached to her (I must protect this tiny creature) which is a new emotion to him.For a couple of years baby girl grows up seeing feyd as her dad. Eventually the events of dune happen and right before Paul is about to stab him, feyd says something along the lines “ go ahead and kill me in front of your daughter”. Paul is understandingly confused until a lil 4-5 year old comes running out to feyd screaming daddy and using the voice to make Paul back off. Everyone can instantly see who her biological father is since she has his hair, eyes and is able to use the voice. Feyd would definitely have a shit eating grin when Paul learns that his mother is the reason his daughter grew up without him. Paul tries to approach her but she turns her head and says to feyd “daddy I wanna go home” and Paul’s heart just breaks at the realization that he lost his daughter before he even knew about her. Paul can’t kill Feyd since he would loose his daughter even more and they basically create a custody agreement where Paul can come and visit her every month.

Please if someone turns this into a fic tag me so I can read🙏

Edit: I am planning on writing this out but give me some time since it will be my first fanfic since high school

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[dre6ming]

HIII OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND I HAVE A REQUEST

can u do the different kisses austin and reader share? like for example austin leaning down to kiss her bc she is shorter or him lifting her up to kiss her and him smiling into her lips and just fluff like that plsss!!!

Kisses : Austin x reader

One thing there’s is to understand is that Austin loves to kiss Y/n, he loves the feeling of her velvety lips on his, the warmth of her breath, the taste of her and the little whimpers she lets out every time

She is few good inches shorter than him, but he adores that, the way her chin tilts up, when she asks for a kiss, or how she looks at him through her long lashes

The height difference only makes kissing more exciting, having Austin come up with different ways to lock their lips, without too much strain on his back

When out in public, he usually just leans down as she stands on her tiptoes, his big hands cupping her face, while she hangs on his neck

Event parties are even better, as after watching twilight with her one time he made a promise to try something new. When she wears her high heels her nose is at level with his mouth, so only a head tilt would be enough to touch her lips, but he chooses every time, to circle her waist with his arms and bring her close, to stand on his feet.

At first she protested that she would ruin his shoes, but he simply replied “Darling I’d rather you ruin every pair of shoes I own, than not kiss you the way I want” then with a smile he’d catch her lips mid pout, feeling her smile against him

When at home, he would take advantage of every surface that he could lift her up on, the kitchen counter, the piano, the table, her vanity. He felt drunk in those moments, her legs tight around his waist, her hands in his hair and his at the small of her back, bringing her closer

Y/n loves to take baths so, Austin would often find her covered in a mountain of bubbles. When she’d see him walk into the bathroom she’d lean her head back on the edge of the tub, and he would kneel to kiss her

In bed he liked to feel the weight of her on his chest, so he’d pull her on top of him and kiss her face, nose, lips, everything, adoring the way his chest vibrated with each of her giggles.

Y/n does not mind at all being shorter than him, in fact she finds it very hot that he can tower of her form, but every now end then when there’s stairs, she would climb two steps up and tower over him, leaning down to kiss him, as he mimicked what she would usually do, his arms hanging around her shoulders with his head thrown back

But out of all the ways they kiss, their favorite must be, kissing in the rain, water soaking their clothes and hair, getting into their mouths as their lips move, the warmth of the hug they share as they lock lips, while the cold from around keeps them grounded

A/n: I know I haven’t been that active or at best active at all, but if I get requests I will fulfill them to the best of my ability, so feel free to send more

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[faegoddessog]

Dripping in Leather

Part 1 of 2- “So, Leather eh?”

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Leather Fetish, Leather Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Light Restraints, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Anal play(unprotected- play safe ya'll!)

Summary: No, I hadn't told Austin about my little leather fantasy. I mean, I'd never really explored it myself. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I brought a little surprise to Mexico City, where I was meeting up with him. But when I met him on set and he had those tight leather pants on, it was all I could do to keep myself together until we got back to the hotel room. Holy Fuck it was hot! Now if I could just get him to dust off a certain iconic outfit for me....

A/N: A big thank you to @richardslady121 for this request and collab. It's been so much fun to research a bit of leather kink! I am trying out first person perspective here, so let me know what you think! I appreciate all kindly feedback. I hope all ya'll beautiful people enjoy it! Please message me if you'd like me to tag you on future work!

Part 1: "So, leather eh?"

The moment the gentleman at the airline counter offered me the complimentary first class upgrade, was,  unbeknownst to me, the moment my life changed forever. When I sat down, all giddy to make the long flight from London home to LA in style and comfort, I didn’t know it would be next to Austin. Yup, Austin Butler. 

That was over a year ago, before ELVIS! had premiered and I admit,  I had no idea who he was. He was just an alarmingly handsome man with gorgeous manners and the kindest soul I had ever met. I remember how he held my hand as the turbulence was rough when we landed at LAX. We jokingly  call it our twelve hour first date. Had I known the crazy whirlwind that was about to happen, I’m not sure I would have agreed when he asked me out for dinner.  Do I regret it? Oh hell no. It’s been amazing, stressful and draining for us both, but amazing. HE is amazing. 

That memory always runs through my mind anytime I am on an airplane. As this one touches down in Mexico City, I am both nervous, lonely and excited. Why? Well, my baby is doing a photo shoot here and I’m meeting him for a romantic weekend. Between work and award schedules, public appearances and our desire for privacy, it’s been a while since we’ve had time with one another that wasn’t loomed over by the paparazzi.  

As a non-celebrity, the paps make me nervous. My success isn’t built on my face or my name or anything else connected to fame. You’d think they wouldn’t bother me because what the hell do I have to lose.  Austin, that’s what. He is what I have to lose and I simply won’t allow it. The only saving grace is how tight lipped Austin is about his private life. 

Relationships are hard enough when you are just a regular person, they are doubly hard when you add in dating Hollywood's latest  flame.  The thing is, at the moment, I’m not sure where our relationship is really. Award season has been so draining. So much time spent apart, it’s sucking the soul out of our sex life.  We had talked a few days ago and decided to take a little time for each other. And no, sex isn’t the only thing in our relationship, but I’ll be damned if it’s not important. 

…

I walk onto the set. I’m nervous, like I always am when I show up on a set. I never want to intrude or distract Austin, but watching him work is so fantastic. 

I am directed by someone with a YSL badge down a hallway and into a big room. They all know who I am, even if they sometimes roll their eyes behind my back. Props and boxes and the random flotsam that goes with the photo industry is piled up along the walls. There are black backdrop curtains hung up to form what I assume is a giant photo space. 

I turn the corner around the end of the curtain and there he is. Austin is standing, body facing me, arm stretched out to the side pulling back the fabric of the backdrop. It looks like one of those quiet moments he likes to take before he goes on, peeking onto the set like a spectator in his own crazy life.   

His profile is beautiful, his neck so kissable. The long black coat obscures the fact that he has gotten really lean over the past few months, lean but still beautifully defined. The simple crisp white t shirt merely a nice contrast to the black. Then I see … oh fuck… he is in black leather pants. They hug his thighs as he takes a step and it leaves little to the imagination about which side he ‘dresses’ on. My breath comes out in a little “hoh” and a little shiver goes up my spine. His head turns towards the sound and his face lights up.  That beautiful smile is directed at me and suddenly I am engulfed in a bear hug. “Oh baby, I missed you,” his voice so sincere, is buried in my neck.

“Me too, babe” my voice is muffled by his coat. I can smell the new fragrance on him that he is here to shoot for, at least that is what I assume it is, plus just Austin, clean gorgeous Austin. Then something new tickles my nose and I catch a whiff of the warm leather… oh lord. 

My head tilts up and the press of his lips sparks a tightness in my belly. My hands can’t help but slide over the smooth roundness of his ass under that long gorgeous coat. The leather of his pants stretches just perfectly over him and feels so soft against my hand. I let out a little groan that is just for him.  I feel his hips press forward into mine just a little. I know that I am not going to be able to stay quiet for long pressed up against him like this.

He breaks the relatively chaste kiss and hugs me close.

“‘m working, lil’ darlin’,” his Elvis voice quiet in my ear, lordy he knows how much it turns me on, ”and these here pants aren’t exactly roomy, but I’ll bring ‘em with after, ifnya wan’.”

A quiet moan shakes my throat.  I pull away to look him in the face, no trace of the southern sex god, just a sweet smile.  God he is good.

I just nod, and smile, knowing my voice will betray me. My legs feel wobbly and the thought of that leather just sets my blood on fire.

I watch him quietly from the corner, my panties getting wetter with each new turn of his face, each new smolder he produces. Then my heart melts as he suddenly breaks character and laughs his adorable shy laugh. There is no doubt in my mind that I am the luckiest girl in the whole world. 

As the afternoon shoot progressed I found myself hornier and hotter than I had ever thought possible. It's Austin, of course, and it's the fucking leather. 

They had let him keep the pants as well as the black lace tank and see-through shirt he had on at the end. The designer shot a slight glance towards the door where I was leaning,  before nodding at Austin with a knowing smile. We left with me wondering how long I could keep my hands off him.   

During dinner I was barely able to eat. I was so distracted by the leather and the lace shirt. Austin, always the gentleman in public, pretended not to notice but would sneak in  a ‘honey’ or  ‘darlin’ with his Elvis-laced tongue just to see the effect it had on me. By the end of dinner, I am struggling to think straight and he knows it. 

After what seems to me an eternity, the soft susurration from his leather pants drifts to my ears as he stands ready to head back to the hotel. I don’t give them any outward attention as we pass store fronts,  but I am beyond excited. The restaurant we stopped at for dinner was only a few blocks from the hotel, so we decided to walk. Miraculously, there are no paps, no fans and it’s like we are just a couple out for a stroll. His thumb rubs my knuckles as we walk.

My mind keeps straying to the little surprise I have for Austin that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door in our suite. That he just happened to be wearing a matching outfit seemed the most delicious serendipity.   We are hand in hand, walking down the street, my mind totally captivated by the hot man beside me. This weekend is all about rekindling and what better way to do it than with sexy, leather-clad Austin/Elvis. After all, the ‘68 comeback special was my favourite of all Austin’s Elvis scenes. I briefly wonder if he even knows. 

Back in our room. I excuse myself to the bathroom, asking Austin to make a drink, bartender’s choice. Quickly I strip down and make sure all my bits and parts are clean and fresh. I don’t know if either of us will be in the mood for ass play, but I like to be ready. I buckle and zip and wiggle into my little surprise. I run a brush through my hair, then take a moment to really look at my reflection. 

My curves are a sight to behold, the buckles across my front almost intimidating. My ample cleavage spilling out. I had refused to give in to the social media pressure about my figure. I am curvy, I am healthy and I love myself. What’s more, Austin loves my figure and the fact that I know myself.

“Remember, your confidence is the sexiest thing about you,” he had whispered into my ear just before our first public red carpet appearance. Those words echo in my ears as I look at my sexy self. 

I step from the bathroom to find Austin sitting on the low-slung designer couch in our suite. He is leaning back, manspreading in the most beautiful way. His hands are full of drinks, one for each of us.  His eyes are closed, his head back, having just taken a sip of the pina colada in his hand. He takes a big breath and just lets himself relax. I take a moment to appreciate again just how gorgeous this man is and just how lucky I am that he is mine. I step to him, taking my drink from his hand. He pats the couch next to him without opening his eyes. I sip through the straw, watching him. When I don’t sit, he cracks one eye, then they both go wide in surprise. 

“Fuck," he breathes.

He drinks me in, from the bonings, busk, and buckles that cross my torso, to the globes of my breasts barely contained by the taut black leather. He follows my curves over the tight leather mini that I ‘could’ wear out in public, if I never walked, sat or, heaven forbid, tried to bend over. Then his eyes travel down my legs to the crisscrossed barefoot ties around my calves. I don’t think heels are good for real sex play. We are all the same height lying down anyway. This is an outfit meant to be alluring, it is meant to portray an element of deviance. This is an outfit to be fucked in. 

He sits up a little, puts his drink aside and attempts to adjust himself, pulling at the material at his inner thigh. 

“Why, hello there lil’ leather Mama,” he drawls, “you goin’ my way?” His Elvis voice gives me tiny shivers and I giggle just a little, the straw in my mouth.

He scoots to the edge of the couch. His hand reaches out to slide over the swell of my hip and around the dip of my waist. He pulls me to him. 

“You had to have planned this. Did you know I was wearing leather today too, babe?” he asks. 

“No, I just…. wanted to do something a little different, see if it sparked you.” I set my drink next to his.

“Oh, you can consider me sparked, sweetheart.”  His fingers tracing the boning of the corset then behind me over the soft surface of my ass, “though ‘on fire’ is more like it.” 

He puts his arms around my middle hugging me tight. 

“Fuck I’ve missed you, missed this with you,” his blue eyes gaze up from my middle. I rake my fingers through his hair. He practically purrs. 

“Me too, baby,” I lean down and plant a kiss on him. 

“Mmm, bold yet sultry.  You gon’ be all mine t’night? Do whatevah I want? Be completely at my mercy?” he asks me with that fucking voice. He knows I’ll do anything for Elvis. It’s his secret weapon with me. 

“MmmHmmm,” I practically whine. 

“How long since you’ve cum, mama?” it floats from his lips so easily, just as his fingers float down the backs of my thighs, making me shiver.

“A couple days,” I shrug, noncommittally. It’s not like we ever talked about abstaining. 

“Oh you didn’t save all that up for me? Tch tch tch,” his tongue clicks. Now that he’s found something to pivot on, he slips further into a little roleplay. ”What a naughty girl. Well I saved up for you lil’ mama. So yer in for a ride, especially lookin’ like that. In fact,” he reaches behind the couch to the table there, ”I’ve got a little surprise of my own,’ he pulls out leather cuffs that buckle, they are connected by a chain maybe two feet in length. “Apparently we have been on the same wavelength. I wanted to spice things up too. And I think you could use a little… lesson in restraint.”

Holy. Shit.  My brain starts spinning in a freefall. How is it that, even though I am currently towering over him, wearing an entire outfit of domineering leather, Austin still commands me, still makes me weak in the knees. 

The cold chain brushes my bare leg as I hold my wrists out for him. As he does up the buckles, my pussy clenches.  It’s only now that I notice there are extra straps. He removes them from the chain and taps my legs apart and wraps one, then the other around my upper thighs.

“I think these are just the accessories this outfit needed,” he smiles up at me. 

My heart rate starts to speed up. I have always loved the intriguing dominance that leather imparts, however I never really told anyone my secret fantasy. Not even Austin. Honestly at what point in a new relationship do you bring up your possible kinks?  I had hoped, in bringing this outfit, it might open a door to talk about it. But to have him meet me on the threshold with his own leather? Damn. 

“Oh that is fucking hot,” he says leaning back to look me up and down, biting his lip. “Pull up your skirt a little, I want to see you.” 

I bunch up the hem with my fingers. I can tell I’m leaking, wetness cool on my inner thigh. 

“Dirty little Princess,” he says reprovingly, one finger running gently along the seam of my lips, ”are you already wet for me?” he pulls a long line of wetness away with this finger. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucks my juices off with a guttural ‘mmmmm’.  

He guides me back as he stands.  His hands come to my face, so tender, as he presses his lips to mine. I taste a hint of my own saltiness as his tongue plays on my own. My hands, still connected by a chain, run as best they can over his muscular thighs, over that hot fucking leather. A groan shudders, unbidden from my throat. 

“You like these do you?” he asks.

“Uh huh, and you in them,” I nod, biting my lip. 

“You want to touch?” He turns around, offering himself to my bound hands.

My god, the leather is buttery soft over his exquisite ass. He clenches a little and my palms slide into the hollow made by his glutes. 

“Oh my god you are so fucking fine,” I murmur. He looks over his shoulder with a little smirk. He is fully aware of his effect on me, if not the whole fucking world.  I continue to roam over his ass and down his legs. In the outlining of every muscle, my breath betrays me.  How did I get this lucky?

He turns around to face me.  My hand and eyes instinctively go to the tight fucking bulge on his right side crotch. I wonder if it’s hurting him, being so turned on. He tilts my head up with one finger on my chin. I look up at him, hoping he’ll kiss me again. His sexy downward gaze freezes me.

“Unbutton ‘em,” he says, his voice husky.

A little whimper escapes me before I can stop it. My hands are eager to comply, but they shake with anticipation. The cold metal of the chain dangles against my bare thighs. Austin’s fingertips are tracing curlicues on the mounds of my breasts as I undo his fly button, by button, by button. The leather appears to split open as I unfasten it and he seems to grow in size. He sighs in relief as he spills out.  His black underwear resemble a massive codpiece sticking out from the tightness of the leather.  

My mouth goes dry as the air seems to catch in my throat. My hips are pulsing in the air. Just the outline of his stiffness makes me want him inside me. 

“Please let me,” I am unable to finish the sentence because I don’t even know what I want him to let me do, I just want… him. 

Deciding what it is that I want, he nods, licking, then trapping, his bottom lip in his teeth. He tosses a pillow onto the floor. 

“Get on your knees, my dirty girl,” his eyes flash with passion. 

‘Oh fuck, okay,’ I think as I sink to my knees. His outer shirt flutters to the floor. The lace tank top hinting at his abs beneath. Oh god, I have no other words or thoughts, just thirst beyond belief.   

He pulls the waistband out and down, reaching in and pulling out his gorgeous cock and balls. Some might say “it’s big”.  I just think it’s fucking in perfect proportion with this limbs. He is long, long enough to fuck me from behind, despite my round ass,  and just thick enough to make me feel stretched but not hurt. Austin’s cock was made to fuck me and I want it. 

His inhale is slightly more pronounced as I run my hands up his thighs, the material like second skin now, warm and supple under my fingers. 

Framed in black, his cockstand is beckoning, bouncing just a little in front of my face. I lean in, rubbing my cheek along his soft length like a cat marking something with its scent.  His low moan rumbles in my ears. It really has been a while for him, if he is already moaning. 

The earthy smell of the real leather mixes with the pure scent of Austin and fills my nostrils as I press my nose into the leather at his hip. I inhale again, deeply, slowly; reveling in how good he smells. My outbreath a hot and low  ‘oh’ against his thigh. I can’t help but draw a wide wet tongue along the surface, just below the crease of his upper thigh.  As the tip of my tongue curls off the leather, I open my eyes to look up at him. His beautiful lips are parted, his breathing shallow and his eyebrows are ever so slightly pulled together. He is a feast for the senses.

Fuck me running, he is so damn gorgeous.  

I know how much he loves the sight of me on my knees in front of him and he knows just how much I love his cock in my mouth. Holding him gingerly with one hand, I turn my head and work my lips up the side of his cock. I love how soft the skin is just before I make him wet. 

A clear drop of salty dew is perched at his tip. He knows this is one of my favorite moments and lets me play.  I nestle my legs under me, almost as if my tail is wagging.  I hold him gently with both my hands, the chain clinking against my belly. The tip of my tongue darts out to touch the tiny globe of precum. I pull it back into my mouth with a string of moisture. My eyes close for a moment. I rub it against the roof of my mouth, letting it coat my tongue as I moan.  I lap at the hole in his tip slowly and with tiny kitten licks, coaxing out as much fluid as I can. I can feel my pussy pulsing. I can hear his shaky breath above me. 

“Fucking hell,” his fingers comb through my hair, “how do you make even the tiniest movement so fucking hot?”  

I know exactly what he wants my mouth to do and what he wants to do to my mouth.  

I smile around his tip and pull saliva to the tip of my tongue, making a show of spreading it over my lips.  My lips glide over his head, spreading spit. Slowly I pull back with a dragging suction, kissing off his tip. 

“Oh fuck” his hand fists and releases in my hair. He knows he has to wait just a little longer, has to let me play with his cock for a little, before I’ll be ready for what he wants. 

I glide down again over his tip. My tongue licks his underside, dragging him deeper and deeper. Just before he hits my soft palate, I suction back off of him. I moan, I love the feel of him on my tongue, against the underside of my lips. 

“Oh fuuu,” he moans, ”I forgot how good…Ohhhhh!” 

He can’t finish his thought because I’m diving down his cock, letting him slide along my soft palate and into the back of my throat. I gag just a little and pull back, leaving thick saliva in my wake. My hand wraps around his shaft in the viscous fluid. Then I start working him, sliding my hand along his shaft in time with my mouth. I push him to the back, fucking my throat on his tip before I gag again, pulling him out. I do this a few times more, really warming up my throat. 

“I love that lil’ sound, baby,’  his hand tightens down in my hair, holding my head still, he wraps the chain once around his other hand. “M gonna fuck that talented mouth now. You ready?” 

I just stick my tongue out, flicking  in the air. I want him in me, anywhere in me. 

“That’s my good girl, take it” he pushes in, my tongue doing summersaults against his hardness. He thrusts once, twice, three times against the middle of my tongue before pushing in even deeper. I feel my throat close around  him, my breath stopped as he plugs my airway with his big cock. He fucks in and out, moaning. I gasp when he pulls out, my spit dripping from his tip.  We are both panting slightly.  

“If I do that again, I think I’m gonna cum down your throat.” he says letting my head go, “and I’m not nearly done with you tonight.” 

I make a little pouty face. I know he can take more, even if it’s been a while. I also know, when he’s really excited, he can cum more than once, my sexy boy. 

“What, you want more sweetheart?” he smiles down at me, he is so good at reading me. He brushes stray strands of hair from my face. 

“You know how I like you in my mouth. You can handle it, just a little more, please?” I open my mouth wide and invitingly. I love edging him. 

“You think so?” he re-grips my hair. Fuck, no one does it like him; tight, but not achingly so. I think it’s his long fingers and how he wraps them into the bulk of my hair. 

He slides over my undulating tongue with a wicked smile on his face. He fucks my soft palate before he thrusts deep. I gag less this time. He pulls out slowly as I suck on him. 

He moans. 

Just before he’s all the way out, he rubs back and forth against my tongue. My hips move with a mind of their own, such is my oral fixation.  He pulls out quickly, stopping himself from painting my tongue. He immediately bends down, eyes intense, to kiss my dirty mouth. 

“Fuck you are so hot,” he says sitting back and pulling me to straddle him on the couch.  His sexy  leather clad legs rubbing soft against my inner thighs. 

My pussy is throbbing with want, with need. 

“Please fuck me,” I beg, grabbing for his cock to guide him into me.

“Oh no you don’t,” he pulls my hands away with the chain still wrapped around his fist. “You have to wait darlin’.” He smiles, Elvis-like as he pulls my hands down to my thighs. Opening the clasps on the straps, he clicks the cuffs to my thighs.  “I’m gonna play a little with you.” 

He rubs his hand back and forth along my wet pussy,  applying circular pressure with a flat hand over my pubis, teasing around my clit.

“Austin… fuck.” my face scrunches in pleasure as I grind a little onto his hand. 

“Hmmm you were naughty weren’t you, fucking yourself without me there to watch,” he reminds me of my supposed ‘transgression’. 

“I didn’t know you wanted to watch,” my eyebrow lifts, challenging him a bit. 

“Tell me what you did,” he asks, like a priest at confession. “And don’t lie, I’ll know.” He will too, I’m a terrible liar. 

“Oh,” he’s never asked me this before, what I do when he’s not there, ”you really want to know?” I say dropping the ‘naughty’ facade. My hips stop. I can feel the heat rising in my face.

He licks his lip and nods, “I do, don’t be embarrassed, babe, I think it’s hot.” 

I press my lips together, trying to decide if I should tell him my guilty pleasure, I don’t want to make him feel weird. He just waits. 

“I umm, well, I missed you. So I, uh, have a playlist of my favorite scenes... of you...,” I bite my upper lip. 

He raises an eyebrow and corner of his lip lifts. 

“And I …fantasize about you coming home from set and fucking me after each shoot.  The pink and black suit, the blue lace shirt, the first white jumpsuit, the black leather. Oh my god,  that leather does it every time.” I breathe out the last like a prayer as my eyes flutter closed. 

“Oh yeah?” he smiles, “I like that. What did you do to yourself to get off?” 

Good lord, just thinking about him being ok with this lubes me up. My hips begin moving back and forth against his hand again. 

 “I-um,” I’m feeling bolder now, “I put in my butt plug while using my vibrator on my clit.” 

“The butt plug huh?” his eyebrows shoot up, a little shocked. He only thought I used that when he was about to fuck my ass. 

I bite my lower lip and nod. Hoping he did not think this was too weird.

His eyes look down and to the right,  like he is rolling the thought over in his mind. 

“Well now," he brings his gaze back to mine, "in light of that new and intriguing information,  I think I know what your punishment is gonna be,” the smile on his lips is full of devilry. “You want me to slide this hard cock into that beautiful pussy, yes?” he pushes his hips into mine.

“Oh, Yes, please,” I breathe out, grinding down on his shaft. 

“Would that make you cum, baby?” he asks unnecessarily. He knows his cock is like magic for me. No one else I’ve ever been with has always hit me just right to make me come undone so thoroughly. Like I said, he was made to fuck me. 

I nod again, my poor lower lip. 

The chuckle that emanates from his chest combined with the look in his eye makes me shiver.

“Ok, you don’t get to cum until after I do.”

This is unusual. Austin is adamant about making me cum first, second and sometimes third before he’ll let loose. Sometimes it’s a fucking marathon, literally. 

He grabs the lube, dripping it onto his cock. Is he gonna jerk off right here with me in his lap? I’ve never watched him pleasure himself. I’m not sure how I feel about that, until I see him spreading the clear liquid over his shaft. Oh holy fuck is he hot. I mean really, is there anything he does that isn’t hot AF. 

“Is everything back here,” he rubs a big circle around my ass with one hand, “all clean and ready for me?” 

“Oh yes,” he knows how particular I am about sex hygiene.

“Good, lift up, baby,” he taps my leg. 

I rise up, he pulls me closer to him. Is he gonna fuck me afterall? 

Then he guides his lubed cock up the back of my skirt  and along my ass crack. The tight leather is smooth on his cock and holds him against me. Then, biting his lip, he starts moving.

My eyes go wide as his cock spears between my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. His head just teases my rosette. 

My fingers stretch toward my pussy, but just can’t reach, bound as they are to my thighs. 

“Yeah, I like this. You can't touch yourself, you get to feel my cock against you but not enough to get you off,” he smiles at me, “oh yeah. It’s like fucking you but not.”  

I let out a little whining moan. He feels good, but he’s right, not quite good enough. 

The leather of my skirt groans softly as his tip presses against it on the end of his stroke. 

His big hands grip my corseted waist, guiding me to move up and down. My breasts heaving in the leather corset. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he moans. I do my best to move without him falling out.

I don’t know if it’s enough to make him cum. I arch my back and his head is rubbing against my asshole. I’m so fucking turned on. My pussy is literally dripping onto the lace tank. If I go down far enough I get a little sensation on my vulva from the slap against his washboard abs. Abs which he is conveniently flexing so I don't wind him as I bounce up and down on him.

He reaches around behind me and presses his hand to my crack, pushing his cock harder against me. 

We both groan. It feels delicious. 

“Can you feel it baby?” I ask as I bounce hard. 

He just nods, eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Let me feel it, Austin, please?” I beg, clenching and unclenching my bound fists.

“No touching that pussy, now,” he says as he unclasps my hands and we both stop moving.

I reach back with one hand but the chain stops me. I raise both hands over my head and around my back.The chain is just long enough and I’m just flexible enough to get both hands back there, however my tits spill out over the top of my corset. I press both hands against the swell at the top of my crack and rub experimentally.

“Careful,” he moans. Apparently it is enough to make him cum.

I slide up and down, feeling the head of his cock  against my palms as I do. It’s hotter than I would have thought.  I move faster, pushing my hands into my ass and his dick against my asshole. Austin leans forward and starts feasting on my nipples, sucking them into his mouth hungrily. I pause for a second to readjust my footing. 

“Fuck babe, I’m so close,” he moans, my nipple still in his mouth. He thinks I stopped on purpose to edge him. 

“How close,” I smirk at him, leaning into the idea.

He just growls, grabs the chain on either side of my hips and pulls. The tension makes my palms push hard against my sacrum. He holds me there as he plunges himself fast and hard into my leather covered cleft. I love seeing him this worked up, so dire. He is infinitely hotter when he’s ramming home into me, even like this. 

Fuck me,  I’m so worked up. His restraint of me, the friction of his cock against my ass, the feeling of his plunging against my hands. Suddenly, I’m closer than I realized. 

“Fuckin’ cum on my ass,”  I urge him on. 

He grunts and freezes, his teeth clenched. I feel a little warm wetness against my asshole.  He takes deep breaths in and out.   

“Yeah baby” I try to milk him up and down, but his hands are like iron on my hips.

He looks up at me intensely and shakes his head no as he inhales deeply. 

I have no idea what he is doing.

He lets go of the chain and rips the skirt up around my waist then he reaches up over his shoulder and pulls the now wet tank top off over his head. His naked chest is peppered with little blonde hairs, the muscles rippling as he moves. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this man sets new heights of what it means to be objectively hot. 

“Spread them cheeks. I want t’ finish in your ass,” and there is that subjective hotness, burning a fucking hole in my ear with that voice.

I reach back and check on the lube situation. Holy fuck, I realize that he just stopped mid orgasm so he could fuck my ass because there is definitely cum back there. 

“That’s gonna make me cum baby,” I warn him.

“Uh huh,” he nods, leaning up to kiss me. His mouth is insistent in capturing mine. 

A smile spreads across my lips as I guide his cock to my ass. He holds still, knowing it’s better if I do all the moving at first. What cum he let out is mixing with the lube. I relax my sphincter, going slow so that I can adjust without it hurting. I slide up and down a few times doing my own deep breathing and watching him concentrate on not moving. I know he wants to. I know he wants to rail into me, fill me with his cum. I want it too. 

When I feel ready, I nod to him. A slow, deviant smile creeps along his lips as he grabs the chain again. Pulling it tight across my back, my hands trapped again. His hips thrust up as the chain pulls me down.  Oh holy fuck he feels amazing. 

“Oh hoh hoh” I exhale. My eyelids flutter as I pull in a shaky breath. 

“Do you like that?” his nostrils flare. 

“Oh god yes,” I moan out. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he thrusts slow, ”taking me so well in your sweet little ass.”  He pulls away one hand to brush a wild shock of hair out of my face. I capture his first and middle fingers in my mouth, sucking on them. He mimics the thrusts of his cock on my tongue. My freed tits jiggling as he fucks my ass. 

“Is it good? Are you gonna cum for me?” he whispers at me. Apparently abandoning the ‘you have to wait’ scenario. 

I have no idea how he isn’t creaming my ass right now, he so fucking amazing.  

“Or does this pussy need a lil’ something?” he pulls his fingers from my mouth and contorts his hand to slide two fingers into my pussy. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I moan. 'Good' isn’t a strong enough word to describe what he is doing to my body, to my soul. 

“C’mon my good little cum slut,” his fingers are flexing back and forth in my pussy. God I love being his good little slut. “Cream those fingers baby,” he urges me. 

My orgasm starts low in my belly winding a figure eight around his dick moving in my ass and his fingers dancing in my cunt. Then like a whirling zip toy it yanks free and I’m screaming, my limbs curling inward, my fingers clawing into my thighs. My insides are pulsing around him as he pulls out his fingers. He rubs my clit fast back and forth, making me buck and writhe on him, screaming gibberish. 

He fucks my ass in earnest, racing to fill me up. 

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah.” he chants in time with his thrusts, using the chain as leverage again, “so fucking hot when you cum.” 

I am so far gone, all I can do is moan over and over on his lap. I fucking love it. 

His voice rips from his throat in a growling scream as he pushes deep, his hips shaking from effort. 

I feel him pulsing into me as his spine curls him forward with little jerking motions. His panting breath hot on my breasts. He flops back against the couch, gorgeous chest heaving in satisfaction. I wilt awkwardly forward, without the use of my hands, shaking and shivering. 

“Oh my sweet baby” he pants. Quickly unhooking the chain from one wrist. I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me sweetly, tenderly, his dick still pulsing in my ass. 

“I got you, princess, I got you,” he intones in my ear while rubbing my back. 

"That was... wow, so good Aus," I praise, once my breath is recovered, still leaning on his naked chest.

"Heh heh, agreed," he chuckles. "So, leather, eh?" he says with an audible smirk. 

I sit back to look him. He levels that sexy fucking gaze at me. 

"Uh, well I was kinda...." I shrug, completely distracted by him, "but now... on you? Oh yeah, oh hell yeah." I involuntarily clench down on him. 

He pulls me toward him into a passionate kiss. Once isn't going to be enough... with him I could never get enough. 

Needless to say, it was a glorious fucking weekend. We even got to see a little of Mexico City. 

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Update Feyd Fantasy Finale ⚔️

The finale will be split into THREE parts. 2 will be released ASAP 🙏🏻 and the 3rd TBA (all in final stages of being edited) I wrote so much you guys said let it flow. I’ve literally been typing since then… just awaiting my beautiful proof reader/editor ✍🏼proof reader @faegoddessog 🫦smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia 📖 plot consultant @magicovento

Here you are some sneak peeks ☺️ ♥️ (I split up the smut requests)

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Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

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Part 5 Endless Empire NEW!

Feyd Rautha becomes the Baron of Giedi prime and inherits all the responsibilities it entails.

The former Baron Vladimir on his deathbed was enraged at how well you corrupted Feyd. Implanting him with the idea to kill his own uncle in order to ascend as Baron ahead of his time, (keeping you together) . His nephews love and obsession for you disgusts him. But he still wants his favorite prodigy to succeed… just without your interference.

He lays a treacherous plot to separate you from Feyd forever.

Smut requests •Feyd initiating sex while you are distracted• Feyd denying you an orgasm •Feyd restraining himself to be gentle•Feyd addicted to you• Feyd makes love to you

Part 6 Brazen Baron

Feyd Rautha has a massive coronation. Excitement fills the air as his people look forward to a better future for the planet improving beyond his uncles reign.

Feyd begins blurring all the lines of his Harkonnen heritage for you. Everything he has been raised to value crumbles when he’s in your presence. You give him everything he never knew he desired and his infatuation for you becomes even deeper. His Lord in waiting takes notice and fears for his sanity and rational thought.

Will his undying love for you make him a great ruler or a passive counterfeit?

Smut Requets: Sex against a window•sex in the throne room• Dom Feyd •Sub Feyd •Feyd wearing a collar •Feyd being handcuffed for sex•Feyd being whipped(with a crop!)•semi public sex• Feyd BJ•size kink• Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you• Feyd gives up his kink (what?!

Part 7 Honor & Heir COMPLETE

During your final month of pregnancy you and Feyd are summoned to the Emperors palace on the planet Kaitain by decree. Feyd is upset at any inconveniences to you with his unborn during this fragile time.

You reunite with your Reverend mother in the palatial gardens and a fated decision must be made. The stress of the decision is so great you go into labor. For Feyd his world stops. He drops all of his responsibilities with the Emperor to be by your side.

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At Your Service

pairing: single dad!austin butler x fem!babysitter!reader

warnings: FILTH. SMUT. minors get lost. references to reader being petite i guess? breeding kink, spanking, sexually frustrated austin, dom austin, a splash of size kink, etc. reader calls aus Mr. Butler and i explode prob missing some. read at yalls own risk.

a/n: i’ve been working on this for weeks in between all my school work and i’m very proud of it. shoutout to @headfullofpresley for the title and the lovely mood board!! and for the rest of my hog cult girlies for your support and encouragement <3

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It was only about ten o’clock when you heard the rustling of keys against the front door. You weren’t expecting Austin to be home so soon, but the exhausted sigh he let out as he kicked his shoes off at the front door told you that tonight was just another one of his unfruitful dates. His keys clattered against the marble countertop in the kitchen, you left your spot on the couch to check in with him.

“Hey, Mr. Butler,” You started. His back was turned to you as he scanned the fridge for a beer, popping the cap off with his ring and carelessly discarding it in the sink. “How was your night?” You asked meekly. He’d been going out on these dates a lot lately and you could see he was growing tired of the routine.

“I’m home at ten p.m. on a Saturday night. That’s how it went.” He huffed after taking a swig from the bottle.

“Oh.” You almost whispered. “Um, the kids have been asleep for the last hour or so. They had dinner and we got through bath time without a fuss.” You told him, trying to change the subject.

Austin pried his gaze from the beer bottle, his eyes were now fixated on you. The kitchen lights were off, but the moonlight seeping in through the window behind him illuminated his figure. You’d never noticed how beautiful his eyes were until this moment; arctic blue irises sparkled, nearly piercing you to the center of your being. “Thanks, hon.” He said. Your cheeks began to burn as his gaze never waivered.

Austin seemed like he was in a haze for a moment until he realized you were probably standing there in front of him, waiting to get paid. He frantically patted himself down and panic flashed in his eyes when he realized he didn’t have his wallet on him. “Dammit!” He nearly yelled as a heavy fist landed on the countertop. “I-I must’ve forgotten my wallet at the restaurant.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I can stop by tomorrow or something.” You assured him. He sighs again.

You realized that dating must’ve been hard for him. Once these girls hear he’s a single father of two and a young divorcee, it seems like they’re just running for the hills. Especially the girls he goes after. Most of them are around your age; freshly 21 and ready to take on the world. They didn’t want to become a stepmother. Not yet, at least.

“Sir, are you okay? I mean, is there anything I can do to help?” You asked hesitantly, slowly walking towards the counter.

Austin let a bitter scoff leave him. Silence lingered in the air for a moment as his head rested in his palms. “Unless you know anyone who’d let me use them ‘til they’re stupid, I don’t think so.”

For reasons you’ll probably have to ask a therapist about, his words made you dizzy. “You can use me, if you want.” The words came hushed, you couldn’t believe you actually said them.

You’d have to be a blind fool to ignore how beautiful Austin was. He was damn near irresistible with those gorgeous blues. Throw his soft, blonde locs and those perfectly pink lips in the mix and he’s just good enough to eat.

He set the beer on the counter and straightened himself out, a hint of a smirk played on his lips. “Darling, as much as I appreciate the offer, you’re too damn little to take the beating I have to hand out right now. Wouldn’t wanna break you.” His comment on your size made a warmth swell between your legs, you chewed on the inside of your lip as he stared you down like a predator stalks its prey.

“Don’t think I haven’t thought of it, though. I have. A lot, actually.” Austin began to ramble a bit. “Sometimes I think I’m fumbling these dates on purpose. I’ve got a pretty young thing back at home that would probably beg me to touch her, use her how I want.” He rounded the counter to make his way over to you. He towered over you, “I just don’t think she can take it.” Austin slipped a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.

“I can take it, Mr. Butler.” You said shyly, unsure of whether you were being truthful or not. He was so close to you now, you could smell the beer on his breath.

Austin took your hand into his, he marveled at just how small it felt in his hand. Your legs almost gave out when he guided your hand down to his pants and pressed your palm to his length, “Y’sure, hon? I’m not like those boys you’re used to. I just don’t know if you’d be able to handle it.” His tone almost sounded mocking.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by his size just from palming him through his slacks, but you were already in too deep. “I’m sure. Just wanna help you. Want you to use me.” You were shocked by the words coming out of your mouth, and Austin seemed to be too. He quirked an eyebrow when he heard the last bit of your sentence and his jaw dropped a bit in surprise.

Suddenly, you had whiplash. Austin pushed you against the wall before he smashed his lips onto yours. The taste of beer lingered on his tongue and the smell of his cologne invaded your nostrils. He had one hand cradling your face, and his fingers were so long that you could feel them in your hair. It took you a moment to shake the surprise before you eventually melted into the kiss. You felt his hips grind into you slightly, and your legs nearly gave out again. Your senses were entirely overwhelmed, flooded with him.

He broke the kiss for a brief moment. “Arms around my neck.” He mumbled against your lips before connecting with them again. When you didn’t comply, he pulled away again. “I said, arms around my neck.” It finally registered that he was asking you to do something and you quickly scrambled to do so. Austin bent down a bit to grab your legs and once he picked you up, you almost instinctively wrapped them around his waist. He carted you off upstairs with such ease before he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you sat in his lap. The kiss resumed with the same depth of desire, and the way you were straddling his lap allowed you to really feel how hard he was. How massive he was. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of him pressed against you.

You kept your arms wrapped firmly around his neck for stability when he pulled his hands away to start unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the floor once he finally got it off. His skin was soft and warm as your hands wandered around his back, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You felt him pawing at the hem of your shirt, telling you to move your arms so he could tear it off.

Now bare chested, Austin yanked you flush against him. His chest kept your breasts trapped against him as his hands fell to your hips, using them to grind you down onto his still clothed length. The fabric of his pants caught your panties in a way that made a soft moan tumble from your lips. “Gotta keep quiet, baby, don’t wanna wake the kids.” He scolded, you simply nodded, biting down on your lip as the friction against your clit was already intensifying. Your pleasure was rudely interrupted when he flipped you onto your back and he stood upright, undoing his belt and shedding his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight of the tip of his cock just barely peeking out of the waistband of his boxers, red and leaking with precum. Austin chuckled at your reaction as he looked down at you sprawled on top of his mattress, “God, you really are a little bit of a thing, aren’t you? Never been with a girl so small. Gonna have to open you up a bit.”

In one swift movement, Austin pulled your skirt and panties off and discarded them to the floor. His hand trailed down your thigh until he reached your core, letting a slender finger swipe through your wet folds. “Really want me to use you, huh?” He questioned just before slipping two fingers into your tight, weeping pussy. You bit your lip so hard you swore you drew blood, trying to choke back a moan as your walls fluttered around his long fingers. Austin laughed, “So fuckin’ tight, god damn. Never thought the girl who takes such good care of my kids was such a slut.” He emphasized his last word, slut, with a curl of his fingers, brushing against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Mr. Butler, feels good.” You whimpered softly, staying conscious of the fact that the kids were asleep down the hall. Austin’s eyes darkened in an instant at his title. Mr. Butler. It sounded so pretty coming from your mouth, the pace at which he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy quickly increased. “You want me to use you? You think you’re stretched out enough to take me? Still feelin’ real tight around my fingers, baby.”

“I can take it, Mr. Butler, promise. Use me, please, want you to use me, Sir.” You babbled, overwhelmed with pleasure already.

Austin pulled his hand away despite the way your walls clamped around him in protest. He rid himself of his boxers and your heart thumped in your chest at the sight of his length. He grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, perfectly aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. You spread your legs a little further to allow him in your space. Calves wrapped tightly around his waist, his head nudged you open and he began to sink inch by euphoric inch into you with a string of swears about how tight you were.

“Ho-fuck, I knew you’d be tight, darlin’. God, you feel like fucking heaven.” Austin grunted as he finally started to thrust into you, still moving slowly at first. “Been thinkin’ about this since I hired you. Seeing you with the kids just makes me wanna take you all for myself, split you open on my cock like a good little slut.”

His thrusts picked up in speed, you bit into his shoulder to keep your moans at bay as your nails anchored into his skin. Somehow, Austin was still forming coherent sentences. “Taking me so good, baby. You on the pill?” He asked, his face buried in the crook of your neck. With a nod, you affirmed that you were and he groaned loudly at your response, the frequency sent a vibration through you and you shivered at the feeling, “Ngh, fuck- wish you weren’t. You’d look so pretty all round with my kid.” All you could do was mewl in response. You could barely comprehend what he was saying with the way his cock was slamming into you with such a delicious force.

Austin’s gaze shifted from your face down to your abdomen and his jaw dropped at the sight. He had to stop himself from cumming right then and there as he saw his cock in your belly with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, look at that, baby.” He drawled, placing your hand over your stomach. “Feel that?” He grunted, thrusting harder, if that was even possible. Your eyes rolled back when you felt him through your stomach. “You’re doin’ so good for me. Taking me so well in this pretty little pussy. Feels so good, baby, I might just have to ruin it for everyone else but me. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

“Aus-, Mr. Butler…” was all you could choke out. He surrounded you entirely, all of your senses were on fire just for him. Austin abruptly pulled out and stepped back for a moment, catching his breath just enough to speak.

“On your hands and knees, you’re getting too loud.” He ordered. “What, are you so cockdumb that you can’t hear me? I said, on your hands and knees. Don’t make me tell you again.” Austin seethed once you didn’t respond to his command.

You were grounded just enough to form a snappy response, “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Austin nodded slightly as he bit his lip, a sharp exhale sounded through his nose. He was caught off guard by your sudden attitude, maybe even a little pissed off.

Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been presented with anything he wanted in a long, long time. A hardworking man such as himself could rarely accept anything if he hadn’t earned it. He didn’t expect your off hand comment to incite such a strange feeling within him. All he knew was that he needed to assert himself as the strong, dominant man he is. He needed to show you that he earns his keep.

“Alright,” he said quietly, turning to his dresser and opening the top drawer. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it sure wasn’t a fucking paddle. “You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like a brat then.” He sat on the edge of the bed, roughly pulling you over his thigh and flipping you on your stomach effortlessly.

You were caught off guard by the first slap of the paddle and you couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped you as the searing pain radiated throughout your entire ass cheek.

“Count.” Austin demanded. Your blood was pumping so hard that it muffled your hearing, you didn’t even realize what he said until his fingers threaded themselves into your hair and harshly pulled on it, yanking your head up and looking him in the eye. “I told you to count.” He gritted through clenched teeth, accentuating his frustration with another tug at your hair when he said his last word.

“One.”

“Awh, she knows how to listen.” He cooed mockingly before delivering another smack.

“T-two.”

He placed the paddle down to use his hand to smooth against your ass, grinning to himself when he felt how hot they already were. “Still wanna be a brat, honey? I could do this all night. You look so pretty bent over my knee like this.” Austin kneaded one of your cheeks in his hand as he spoke, providing a sliver of relief before landing another smack to it, now using his hand.

“Three.” You whimpered. You felt his cock twitch against your abdomen when he saw that his hand left a mark that covered your entire cheek. You were so tiny to him, and he was certainly taking advantage of that.

Austin landed several more hits to your ass, your cheeks were tear stained and your thighs were slick by the time he decided he’d punished you enough. As if to say “truce”, he leaned down to press a kiss to the heated, stinging skin of your ass as he massaged the other cheek with his hand. “You gonna behave now?” He whispered against your skin.

“Mhm, yes, Mr. Butler, ‘m sorry.” You whimpered into the now mussed bed sheet, the fabric muffling the sound.

“Good. Hands and knees now, princess.” Austin directed, giving you one last pat on your ass to encourage you up. You gathered all the strength you possibly could and lifted yourself to your knees, leaning down on your elbows. What resembled a growl sounded from behind you as Austin drank in the view. He’s never had such a pretty, young pussy; he couldn’t get enough.

Not of the way it felt sucking his fingers in so greedily. Not of the way it glistened with the blend of your arousal and his. Especially not of the way you felt so tight and warm, wrapped up around his cock like you wanted to keep him there forever. He doesn’t think he’d be able to resist if you asked.

You winced in pain when his hand came into contact with your recently abused ass, but your focus shifted once you felt him slipping back into you from behind. He slowly sank himself inside you until he bottomed out, allowing you to fully feel the stretch. God, it burned like hell. But if this is what hell felt like, you’d spend the rest of your days as a sinner. He filled you so effortlessly, the sensation had you burying your face into his pillow to muffle your moans. You felt him lean over you as you hid your ecstasy, he pressed a kiss between your shoulders, “There’s that good girl,” he muttered against your skin. “I know, it feels so good that you just have to cry out like that. ‘S alright, baby, just muffle those pretty moans into the pillow.”

Slowly at first, Austin thrusted into you, letting you feel every inch and every vein; relishing in the way that your walls would constrict around him with every stroke of your g-spot. As muffled as they may be, he still listened closely to all the precious sounds you were making. He let them engulf him wholly. It was like the most beautiful symphony he’d ever heard; every strangled moan of his title, Mr. Butler, beckoned him closer and closer to his breaking point. Unbeknownst to you, he was still holding back. His subconscious mind knew you were small and fragile, likely easily breakable. But his restraint was fading and it was becoming evident as his thrusts picked up in speed, grabbing you by the waist tightly.

Months of pent up sexual frustration were bursting at the seams. You let Austin take what he needed from you. That’s how you found yourself face down, ass up in his bed in the first place.

He finally began putting some truth behind his thoughts spoken in desperation. Austin finally allowed himself to use you. It was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. From this angle, he was hitting spots you didn’t know existed. You didn’t even think it was possible to feel so good.

Until he hooked a toned arm around your waist, hoisting you up on your knees. You could feel his heart pounding against your back as he held you to his chest, mercilessly rutting into you. A cry of pleasure threatened to escape and you frantically tried to release Austin’s grip on your throat to bring it up to cover your mouth. “Such a good girl, stayin’ quiet for me.” He grunted between thrusts once he realized what you were trying to do, peppering the shell of your ear with kisses as he snaked a rough and calloused hand down to rub circles around your swollen clit.

Before you could even realize, your orgasm was quickly approaching. Austin actually realized it before you did and leaned in to whisper against your skin. “You close, princess? I can feel it, squeezin’ me so tight. Go ‘head and cum for me.” He punctuated his command by nipping at the skin in the nape of your neck. The warmth of his breath fanning against you was all it took for you to come undone.

You were sure you looked pathetic; frantically grabbing at Austin’s arm for purchase and barely able to keep yourself upright, all while muffling your cries of ecstasy into his hand. He wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts became more urgent; nearly insatiable until he buried his cock deep inside you one last time. With an obscene groan that you felt vibrate against your back, Austin filled you with his cum. His cock twitched, triggering a flutter of your walls that incited a moan from behind you.

Your chests heaved in time as he came down from his high. His forehead rested on your shoulder while he recovered, placing a few featherlight kisses to your back every now and then as he kept you full of him.

Austin wrapped an arm around your waist to settle you back on all fours on the bed before pulling out. A shiver ran down your spine and you whimpered as his cum quickly poured out of you, he watched as it flowed and chewed at his lower lip. He was entranced by the sight; his sweet babysitter laid all fucked out on his bed, leaking his cum.

“You alright, honey?” He checked once he could form the words. The way you simply nodded into the mattress made him laugh. “C’mon. Let’s wash up.”

Austin led you to the shower where he gently cleaned you of the sweat, spit and cum.

“Feel better now?” You joked as he rinsed you off.

Austin nodded with a gentle smile and brushed a damp strand of your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek to hold you to his chest. “Thank you, dear. You have no idea how bad I needed that.”

“Happy to help, sir.”

And you were.

Anything to help Mr. Butler.

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