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twoheartshookingup · 2 years

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Make Him Leave | r.s.

Your work life would be perfect if you could just get rid of the new sergeant whose mission is to make Hondo quit. But you’re playing with fire when you get him to leave, and you’re going to be burned.

Warnings: coerced blowjobs, oral sex (m receiving), cock warming, degradation, bondage, threats of humiliation, threats of exposure, potential revenge porn, cum play, orgasm denial, edging, sir kink, semi-cnc, coercion, talk of anal, fingering, size kink, nipple play, spanking, face slapping, impact, and I think that’s it? Mostly? This is just dark and horny and I’m not sorry.

“Why won’t you take the job?”

Your temporary team leader turned and faced you, but you didn’t cower under his gaze.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business. I’m in swat, that’s it. The sooner you learn the better.”

“What will make you take it.” Sanchez stopped at that, looking you up and down. “This team isn’t as effective with you in charge. I don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt. So what makes you decide to leave swat?”

It was silent between the two of you for a moment, the locker room mostly dark. Everyone else had gone home so you knew you could corner the man who’d put your friends at risk. But instead of speaking, Sanchez pushed you against Deacon’s locker, raising your chin with two fingers to look up at him.

“Get on your pretty little knees for me and I’ll consider it.”

It was a dangerous proposition, but if it got rid of him…what was one blowjob? You sank to your knees, staring up at him with your bottom lip pouting slightly.

“I’ll give you something to pout about. Open wide, your ass has looked too good in tac pants for me to think about much else except this.”

You opened and looked up, tongue slipping out of your mouth and your eyes darting underneath lashes. It was only seconds, but felt like minutes when Sanchez undid his belt and opened his trousers, pushing briefs down slightly to reveal an already hard cock. You knew what was coming before it even happened as he fisted your hair and pulled you to him, your nose pushed against his pubic bone and tongue lapping his balls as he began to fuck your throat. It started slowly but sped up, the gurgle as his length choked you slowly making him smile. You kept staring up through watering eyes as much as you could, but eventually you had to close them and just let him use you.

“Such a good toy for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, able to breathe freely for the first time in minutes as thick drool slicked down your chin to your tits. “I’m going to cum down that pretty throat of yours, and if you don’t swallow everything you’ll regret it, understand?”

You didn’t respond fast enough, a smack to your cheek the encouragement you needed to confirm.

“Everything, I’ll take it all. Please let me make you cum.” It was desperate and degrading but you were invested now, your underwear soaked as he fucked your throat yet again, needing him to cum. Finally he thrust deeply, holding you against him as you could feel his cock twitching down your throat. You were careful to suck as he let you go, taking a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up.

“I’ll take the job.”

And for the next few weeks it was silent. Hondo took back lead of 20 squad, and your team worked like a well oiled machine. Outside of work your life was its usual mess, you lived for your job. It was home and work, occasionally going for dinner with your other single coworkers and watching how Street and Chris thought they’d hidden their flirting from everyone else. Idiots.

It was at one of those dinners, splitting a side of edamame with Chris, your phone buzzed with a text. You swiped it open, an unsaved number sending you a photo and it took everything you had for your jaw not to drop as you opened it.

It was you on your knees for Sanchez, his cock down your throat as your eyes were closed. It was clear it was mid blowjob, the red mark on your cheek from where he’d slapped you visible. Below the photo was an address.

912 South Catalina, one hour.

Your heart picked up slightly and your cheeks flushed as you tapped out a response, studiously ignoring your friends.

What if I don’t show up?

Then this photo and the accompanying video gets sent to everyone you know. 58 minutes.

You put the phone down and finished eating quickly, getting your stuff together. Luca stared at you as you pulled cash from your wallet, holding your wrist loosely.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you smiled, forcing it to seem natural.

“Yeah, fine. I forgot I’m meeting someone, that’s all. See you tomorrow?”

They all nodded, hugging you goodbye and waving as you left. Everything in your body was telling you that his threat was a bluff, that he wouldn’t share anything. That Sanchez didn’t have a video of you on your knees for him. It was a lie. Just another lie.

But you couldn’t risk it, so you parked your car and got out, locking it before standing in front of the door and knocking twice.

It was almost thirty seconds before he answered, but he did. It was blue jeans and a light flannel shirt on, the shirt open to reveal his sculpted muscles. He was barefoot, taller than you even with it.

“I didn’t know if you’d turn up.”

“I didn’t think I would.” It was too honest for this game you were playing but he let you in and closed the door. As you heard the lock click into place and watched the door chain slide into place. There was no turning back.

“Strip.” You stared until Sanchez stalked to you, gripping your wrist tightly enough to hurt but just loosely enough that it wouldn’t bruise. “I won’t tell you a second time. Do what you’re told, like a good toy.”

He let go and you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you I did the belt on your jean shorts, undoing the button and zipper and sliding them down your legs to step out of them. You toed off your sneakers, taking your socks off and putting them into the shoes to keep them safe. After that it was your tank top, slipping your arms out before pulling it over your head and adding it to the pile.

“Everything.”

You knew it was coming but it didn’t make it easier, undoing your bra clasp and dropping it straight to the floor, feeling his eyes on your tits. The last thing was your underwear, joining the pile of clothing and leaving you standing in front of him fully naked and waiting.

“Three rules when you’re here. Number one, you speak when you’re spoken to. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” It was little more than a whisper, and a slap to your tits made you react.

“Louder. I need to hear it.”

“Yes I understand.”

Sanchez was happy with that, staring at you.

“Number two, if you want me to stop something, say red. You won’t be punished for wanting to stop. Understood?”

“Yes.” This time was clearer, looking at him as he pinched a nipple in response.

“And number three. Sluts don’t stand or walk in this house except entering or leaving. On your hands and knees. Now.”

You dropped to them obediently, waiting for his next move. It was clear he hadn’t expected you to agree to everything, but his hand grabbed your hair and began to tug to make you move.

“I’ll have to get you a leash, make it easier to move you where we need.” You tried to ignore the rush of wetness from his words as he pulled you to a back room, but you knew it would be noticed. Sanchez put you face down on a bed, your legs spread and rope holding your knees and ankles open for him to inspect you.

You couldn’t see what was happening, and he didn’t touch you for a few moments until the lightest brush against your outer lips, fingers meeting your wetness. It was gentle for a moment before a finger entered you roughly, fucking you for a few seconds before a second joined it in your cunt, scissoring and stretching.

“You’re so fucking wet. You wanted this before, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck this tight cunt of yours.” You didn’t answer, focusing on the bursts of pleasure every time he hit your gspot.

“Stupid cunt.” It was a slap to your clit that made you gasp, the pain mixing with pleasure and your hips moving without you even meaning it.

“Please. Please I need more.” The rules didn’t matter, it just felt so good and you wanted him to keep going, making you feel so good.

“Only if you’re good for me.” He moved onto the bed, his crotch nestled into your face. “You’re going to suck and show me just how much you want to be fucked, understood? If you’re a very good toy for me, I might let you cum. But every one of your orgasms are mine, and if you even think of rubbing one out without me I’ll know. Understand?”

You nodded desperately, and his jeans were opened to reveal his half hard cock, need in you building again. You opened your mouth and he slid in, bottoming out in your throat and holding your head in his lap.

“Such a good cocksucker for me. Maybe I’ll just have you warm my cock whenever I want it. On your hands and knees with my cock in your cunt or ass, or sitting on my lap and filling you. Or maybe just like this, the smell of your sex filling the room. Would you like that? Like every one of your holes filled up? I bet you would, you pathetic bitch.”

The words were humiliating and you hated yourself for it, hated that the words went straight to your clit and made you want it to be true. His hand reached under, cupping a tit before pinching your already peaking nipples.

“You like that, don’t you? Tell me.” It was a desperate attempt not to nod, to focus on breathing slowly out your nose, but his fingers pinched your nostrils closed and he asked again.

“You want to be my three holed toy, don’t you? Imagine if your team could see you now, begging to get fucked without any knowledge of an orgasm or not.”

You nodded in desperation, tears streaming down your face as you gagged and choked, but finally he pulled out and slapped your cheeks with his spit coated cock.

“Such a good toy. Maybe next time we’ll get that ass nice and open, put a plug in so I can use it whenever and however I want. But right now I want to see just how tight your cunt is. If you have an orgasm you’re going to regret it. I’ll paddle that ass of yours until you can barely sit.”

You nodded, a final smack to your face before he stood and moved behind you. You’d expected him to prepare you, to finger you to make sure you were ready. Instead he slid straight in, stretching you around his cock and making you feel impossibly full. You wanted him to pause, to take time and let you adjust to the feeling but he began to fuck into you immediately, pulling your hips down for more access. It was harsh, deep thrusts that hit off your cervix and made you keen in pain and pleasure as he moved. There was no accounting for what you wanted, the way you needed him to rub your clit and you knew if you asked you’d be punished for speaking without permission so you just let yourself feel the lust and desperation.

“So fucking tight for me, this is what you needed isn’t it? Needed me to show you just what you wanted, isn’t that right?” He wasn’t asking for answers and you pushed back against him, desperate for more until he gave one final thrust and pushed into you, his chest falling against your back as you felt him finish in you, marking you as the toy he’d called you earlier.

“I should have checked you’re on birth control” was the first thing he said and you huffed a laugh, too filled with the need for an orgasm to speak much.

“I’ve an IUD. You’re good.”

It was quiet until he untied you, massaging where the rope had laid against your skin. Once he was happy with one leg he moved to the other, finishing there. Then he went back to your cunt, pushing the cum that was leaking out into you and brushing gently off your clit to make you squeal before making you lick his fingers clean.

“Knees, now.” You followed him the way you came, dressing as much as you could on your hands and knees until he let you stand, the mixture of your juices dripping down your thigh. Your underwear was allowed but he kept your bra despite your protests.

“You’re never allowed wear one here. I’ll give you panties, but a bra is forbidden unless I say it. When you get home I want you to send me a photo of the mess in those panties, and then gag yourself with them and edge. Twice. If you don’t then it’s going to be even longer when you cum. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Sanchez put a hand on your tit, rubbing your nipple until it was hard and he could twist it harshly, making you cry out with pain.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know!”

“Yes, Sir. I’m still your superior, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.” You hated the words dripping from your mouth, self loathing in every part of it. But he was happy with it, making you look at him before you left.

“Don’t forget the photos, slut. Be back here in two days, and we’re going to see what that ass of yours can take so far. If I send you a message unless you’re on a raid I expect a response within five minutes. Otherwise I’m going to tell everyone you’re my whore. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir.” It was less loathing this time, slightly desperate. While you didn’t think he’d actually share anything with anyone you couldn’t be sure, and the risk was too much. Plus you could always say red, right.

“Get home safe.” He unlocked the door and let you leave, a harsh smack to your ass the final goodbye he left as you made it to the car and pulled away.

Part of you was convinced you wouldn’t send the photos, but when you arrived home the first thing you did was strip and send a photo of the mess that your underwear had become. You sent it quickly without a caption, but the response made your cunt clench.

Good slut. Now a voice note so I can hear how you sound when you edge like a good cunt for me.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Heyyy love all your writing. Could you pls do 33. “I know that she's out of my league” for Rodrigo Sanchez. Thxzz

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Firstly thank you so much for prompting for Sanchez, I adore writing him and I don’t get enough of a chance.

It’s at the LAPD charity auction that Sanchez realises just how out of his league you really are. He comes to these things to get a little facetime with the brass, you do it because you actually give a shit about the charity that’s being supported. It unnerves him how freely you give, not just your money, but your time as well. He doesn’t understand how someone so selfless can be with someone so selfish. He thinks you’ll wake up one morning and realise you’ve made a terrible mistake, that you’ll pack your shit and leave.

The thought of that terrifies him more than he’ll never admit. He’s gone all in on this thing with you, despite what he tells you.

As far as you’re aware, it’s just a casual thing between colleagues but Sanchez, he’s falling in love. He’s thinking about you in the shower, making sure you’re fed before he sends you out to work. The other night he picked you up at the community centre because it was in a shitty neighbourhood and he’d heard you were having car trouble.

Those aren’t the actions of a man, whose simply fucking a woman. They’re proof of just how much he cares.

It’s near the end of the night he manages to get a little one on one time with you. He discreetly wraps his arm around your waist as you drift past the pillar he’s leaning against, drawing you to him. It’s sheltered here, shadowed, nobody would even know you were here as long as you keep quiet. He’s got a couple of ideas of what you could be doing with that mouth instead.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He whispers against your skin as his fingertips delve underneath your dress. “Absolutely fucking crazy.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Wildfire - Rodrigo Sanchez x Reader

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It had started like a wildfire in Rodrigo’s chest. Every time he saw you with another man, every time they graced you with a hand on the shoulder, lingered in your proximity. He watched your reactions closely, your smile, the way you spoke…

They were clues as he tried to gauge your interest in the men around you.

He didn’t know when that had started, he thought maybe around the same time you’d started calling him by his first name, at the bar, in bed. This arrangement the two of you had, it was no strings attached, casual. A way to blow off steam at the end of a shift. He made it clear you weren’t exclusive; he could fuck anyone he wanted and so could you. However, the truth is since the two of you started this thing, he hadn’t so much as looked at another woman.

He tries to quit you, get some distance but it doesn’t help. He’s like an addict, craving his next fix. The worst part is he yearns for the little things. Your floral scent on his pillowcases, the way your face lights up with you smile, the featherlight touch of your fingertips as you trail over each and everyone of his scars. When you laugh, it’s with your entire body, just hearing that sound makes the edges of his mouth tip up. It’s involuntary, a compulsion.

You’re an eventuality he didn’t plan for, a variable he couldn’t have predicted. When he’s with you the tempered mask he wears slips. You disarm him, drawing out thoughts and feelings he has never expected. Sometimes it feels like too much, that he’s giving up piece of himself, revealing parts that no one gets to see. He calls you sweetheart, a term of endearment he has never used for anyone. The word slipped out from his mouth one night when he was fucking you and now, he can’t help but think of you in that manner.

When you catch a bullet during a raid, all bets are off. The fucking air rushes out of his chest and it feels like he’s the one that can’t breathe. When he sees you go down, he almost loses his shit. He thinks of all the things he didn’t say, all the moments the two of you hadn’t had, the ones that kept him up at night. He thinks of the time you have had together, and he realises that it isn’t good enough. He wants more, he yearns for it. He wants messy hair and smeared make up, shared coffees on the veranda reading the paper and late mornings amongst his sheets fucking so much you never leave his bed. In short, he wants you.

He's an asshole, he knows that. He doesn’t deserve your love, your affection but when he’s with you he finally feels like he’s in the right place at the right time. You are the only person who has seen his vulnerabilities, who he trusts to let his guard down.

With you he’s Rodrigo, not Sanchez.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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S.W.A.T. Master List

Bob Hicks Masterlist

Dominique Luca Masterlist

Donovan Rocker Masterlist

Rodrigo Sanchez Masterlist

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bullet-prooflove · 14 days

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Hii love your writing is brilliant could you do “it’s dangerous, the things we do” for Sanchez pls thanks.

Prequel to the Aftermath Series (What Happens After Sanchez Leaves SWAT):

Sleepless - Sanchez can’t sleep when he knows your leaving.

- Home - After spending a year apart Sanchez finally returns home.

- Close (NSFW) - Rodrigo needs to have you close.

- Park Life - Rodrigo decides it’s time for you to meet the most important people in his life.

Sanchez has always known that he’s playing with fire, sleeping with you could bring a world of hurt down on your heads. He’ll get a slap on the wrist but you, you’ll get disciplined and a reputation. In the beginning he hadn’t given a shit, you were a big girl, you could take care of yourself but now he’s developed feelings and crap like that matters to him.

The two of you have been together almost a year at this point and he’s started to think in the long term. You can’t keep this relationship a secret forever, there have already been a few close calls which means one of you needs to make a change. He has a long established career already and you, you’re making waves already. They’re trying to make you the poster girl for women in SWAT, you’re resisting at the moment but he knows it’s only a matter of time before you relent.

When the security job comes up he takes it immediately. He figures it’s better to as for forgiveness than for permission and this way he stops you from doing something stupid like trying to give up your own career for the sake of this relationship.

Unfortunately Luca opens his big mouth before he gets the chance to tell you and he finds himself staring down both barrels when he drops by your apartment that night.

“Why?” You ask him incredibly as he hangs his jacket on the coat hook by the door. “Why would you do this?”

His dark eyes fasten on yours as his palms coming to rest on your shoulders.

“Because at some point it’s going to come down to the job or us and that’s a choice I didn’t want you to have to make.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the curve of your cheek. “So I did instead, I chose you.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Possessive - Rodrigo Sanchez x Reader

Tagging: @blathannabeaga for being such a wonderful supportive person when it comes to writing Sanchez.

The bar was busy as usual but for once Sanchez relished the atmosphere instead of finding himself irritated by it. His eyes sought you out from across the room. He hadn’t known you’d be here tonight. He’d tried to put some distance between the two of you when he realised his feelings were less than professional, but it was a struggle. The man in him warred with the Sergeant.

He missed the warmth in your voice when you spoke to him, the lingering touches and that knowing smile. There were so many reasons the two of you wouldn't work, he ran thought them every time he saw you but that didn't stop the possessiveness spiking through his body at the sight of another man giving you attention. Right now, he wanted to stake his claim on you and prove that he was the only man that could fulfil your needs.

Sanchez knew Ben Granger from the White-Collar division; the handsome detective was a regular here at O'Malley's. He had a good reputation in the field, from what Sanchez had seen of his personal life the man was supposedly decent. He had spent time in the Marines before his appointment in White Collar and his hair cut and meticulous attention to detail demonstrated that some habits died hard. He had what Sanchez termed as classic American good looks with sandy blond hair and bright green eyes. Sanchez had never seen him as a threat before today but when he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind your ear, he wanted to fucking murder the other man.

He watched darkly as you used an eyeliner from your purse to scrawl something down upon a napkin before you handed it to Granger, flashing that pretty smile of yours before you gathered up your handbag and slung it over your shoulder. You were leaving, Sanchez drained his glass and rose to his own feet before dogging your footsteps like a predator.

The chilled breeze was refreshing against his skin as he stepped outside, he could smell your smoky perfume lingering like a ghost in the air.

"Was there something you wanted Sergeant?" you asked him, causing Sanchez to glance over his shoulder.

You were leaning against the wall near the door, your eyes focused on him as he angled his body towards you. There was purpose in his movements, and you found yourself drinking in his presence as his fathomless dark eyes sought you out.

"I didn't know you liked blonds." he responded, his voice practically a growl.

It sent a shiver of anticipation trailing down your spine. There was something so sinful, so dangerous about him, he was intoxicating, and you found yourself responding as he stepped into your personal space. The scent of bergamot in your nostrils, and you inhaled it deeply. It sent a rush of heat coursing through your nerve endings as your clothes rustled lightly against each other.

"Be careful Sergeant or I'll start to think you’re jealous." you teased him, tipping your head up so that your mouths were inches apart, your lips almost brushing.

He was taller than you and you liked that. You fit against together as if you were made for one another, hips pressing together as his large hands came to rest on the wall behind you, pinning you in place. His proximity was enticing, a flush of heat erupted like fireworks under your skin as Sanchez pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was rough and bruising, full of fire that pulsed through your synapses like a narcotic burning away all your better judgement. Your hands were in his hair drawing him closer as his tongue parted your pert lips, exploring the hot, wet confines of your mouth. You arched into his firm body, moaning as his hardness pressed against your desperate core through his clothes. You wanted him, Jesus, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything. Your teeth grazed his lower lip, causing Sanchez to snarl in approval.

"My place." he whispered against the corner of your mouth, his thumb ghosting across your jawline as he looked into your eyes. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’re gonna forget any other man exists.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Rodrigo Sanchez Masterlist

Rodrigo Sanchez x Reader:

Selfish - Sanchez knows he’s a selfish man.

- Spanking (NSFW) - Sanchez teachs you a lesson.

- Confrontation - You get caught in the crossfire when Sanchez is confronted with a face from his past.

Wildfire - Sanchez doesn’t want to see other people.

Possessive - Sanchez makes his move.

Game - You play a game with Sanchez in work.

Words - Sanchez finally tells you how he feels.

Rodrigo’s NSFW Dirty Alphabet:

- Crying

- Food

- Group Sex & Humiliation

Say My Name Series:

Part One (NSFW) - Things change when you say Sanchez’s name in bed.

Part Two - Sanchez reminds you of the boundaries after you stay over for the first time.

Part Three - Sanchez and you celebrate at the bar, where he meets one of your exes.

Part Four (NSFW) - Sanchez reminds you who you belong to.

Part Five - Things get rocky between you and Sanchez.

Part Six - Sanchez decides to clear the air.

Part Seven (NSFW) - Sanchez shows you his softer side.

Aftermath Series (What Happens After Sanchez Leaves SWAT):

Chose You - Sachez makes a choice about your relationship.

Sleepless - Sanchez can’t sleep when he knows your leaving.

- Home - After spending a year apart Sanchez finally returns home.

- Close (NSFW) - Rodrigo needs to have you close.

- Park Life - Rodrigo decides it’s time for you to meet the most important people in his life.

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Kinktober Day 2: Spanking (Rodrigo Sanchez x Reader)

You looked so fucking sinful, on your knees in the centre of Sanchez’s bed, face pressed down into the sheets and that sexy ass of yours up in the air. Your skin was already glowing pink from each one of those fierce smacks he had rained down on those pert cheeks. Your wrists bound behind your back with a black silk tie Sanchez had procured. He’d forced a red ball gag between your lips, stretching them around the sphere, salvia escaping from around the edges of your mouth.

You were soaking wet; moisture glistening in the light from the lamp on the nightstand as your thighs rubbed together, trying to garner some friction.

TWACK!

His hand came down on you again, striking hard and fast. The ball gag muffled the sound of your scream as he shushed you, fingertips gripping the cheek tight enough to leave bruises.

“If you hadn’t mouthed off sweetheart, I wouldn’t have to punish you like this.” He chided you, reminding you of your earlier indiscretion at S.W.A.T. HQ. You knew you were in for it when you saw the expression on his face, but you just had to push all of his buttons.

His fingers drifted between your legs, stroking over your slick folds before he teased around the rim of your needly cavern. He sought out your clit rubbing slow, tenuous circles over that sensitive nub. Ecstasy rushed through your body like a fever, drowning out everything but the sensation of his skilled digits getting you off.

“I would have had you coming all night, on my dick, on my tongue…” He told you, withdrawing his fingers. “Instead, I have to do this.”

TWACK!

The air rushed out of your lungs as he spanked you again, the burst of pain mingling with the sudden pleasure as two of his fingers slipped inside of you. You clenched around him, fucking them for the briefest minute until he withdrew. You whined around the gag, arching your hips in an attempt to reclaim them.

“You’re such a needy little slut.” He murmured.

You heard the bite of his trousers being unzipped. Anticipation coursed through your sensitive skin at the rustle of fabric being drawn down over bare skin.

You’d been at this for hours, Sanchez keeping you hanging on the fucking edge. He’d spanked you within an inch of your life before teasing you all over again with deviant fingers and a wicked tongue.

He lined his cock up with that sweet pussy, the grip on your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he rubbed the head of it across your slick folds. You felt delirious, desperate for him to fill you. He arched his hips just slightly, enough for just the tip to slip inside.

“Fuck yourself with it.”

You tried, you really did but the angle was all wrong and you could only move just enough to fuck the thick head. You grunted in frustration, straining against the bonds but finding no give. You writhed and squirmed and begged through the gag but Sanchez was merciless. He stood perfectly still, watching you fall apart with a wicked smile on his face.

“Not good enough sweetheart.” He tutted, his fingers gripping the space between your wrists where the silk tie bound them. He yanked you back by it, forcing you to take his entire cock in one quick, violent motion.

You let out a cry behind the ball gag. He loved that stifled sound, loved how powerless you were underneath him, how he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He looked down at that pussy gripping him so tightly he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. His hand smoothed over the redness of your skin, gripping it fiercely before he spanked you again. Your pussy clenched around his dick, tearing a sound from his mouth that sounded feral.

You tried to buck your hips, to fuck yourself on his cock. When he spanked you again you got the message. You were his fuck toy. You would get what only he gave you. You tried to make yourself completely still, tried not to move a muscle but your body betrayed you. Your pussy constricting around his cock.

“You take my cock so fucking well.” He told you, watching the apples of your cheeks flush red.

How the fuck you managed to look so innocent with a ball gag in your mouth and his cock buried deep in you he had no clue. He loved corrupting you, making you his whore, taking you apart piece by piece. You were panting now, thighs trembling, chest heaving.

When Sanchez began to move it was in long punishing strokes, that made your body feel like it was being eaten up by an inferno. He set a brutal pace, hitting that gratifying spot inside of you over and over again until you were sobbing. That furious heat was clambering inside of you, licking at your insides until it consumed you entirely, your synapses exploding like a thousand tiny stars.

He had you at the edge. All it would take was one more thrust, one sweep of his fingertips on your clit. He could tell how badly you wanted it, how much you needed him to give it to you.

You sobbed when he pulled out and it was fucking music to his ears. He gripped his dick in his calloused palm and began to jerk off at the sight of you so desperate for him, so needy. Your pussy still glistening, beckoning for him to finish inside of you. If he did that it would mean the game was over and he wasn’t ready for that, not yet.

He bellowed as he came, painted your ass with streaks of hot white. Heat splattered across your cheeks as that savage sound tore from his throat.

“You look like such a fucking whore.” He told you, milking his cock and smearing it across that sweet fucking pussy. He pushed inside of you just once so he could watch the final drops drip out of your deprived hole.

His eyes flickered up to your face. He knew you were pleading for mercy, but he also knew you relied on his relentlessness. Trusted him to leave you a wrecked mess in his sheets, devoid of all those insidious thoughts that filled your head. This was the only way you could truly let go, to feel like a person again after a day like today.

“Not yet sweetheart.” He told you, his voice almost tender as he watched his cum leak from your pussy. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.”

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