Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

Connor's Anger

Warning!!

Chapter contains consensual but rough sexual play and extreme BDSM, sexual violence, possible uncomfortable situations, possible trigger warning for some parts. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above.

-- Ashe's Point Of View ---

The room was dark, it was odd having Austin in my house. This was a private place.

"The light is over there." I nudged him, he looked around the room, seeing the window he opened the black out curtains I had, the room filled with moonlight.

He turned back to me, the moment I saw his face I gasped and stumbled back. His eyes had turned dark.. I couldn't see any blue.

"Austin..." I whimpered, he gave me a sexy smirk, and walked over, taking my shirt off. I stood there shivering as he stripped me, slowly, his eyes roaming over my body, caressing each part that he wanted.

I stood before him naked, unusually shy about being so open, looking down at my body he ran his hand up, playing with my breast and nipple before running his hand up my throat, for a moment his fingers wrapped around my throat. I gulped as he applied the slightest bit of pressure - not choking me, but letting me know that he could.

He ran his hand up higher to caress my cheek, his thumb running across my lower lip.

"So fucking beautiful." He purred.

His hand swiftly moved to my shoulder and shoved me down on my knees, I yelped in shock. After a moment I looked up at him as he smirked down at me, undoing his pants and belt, pulling out his hard cock.

I ached to feel it on my tongue, heavy and thick.

"Baby girl...be good and take it all down your throat, I don't have my gag, so you are going to have to simply obey and please me..."

I gulped again. I could feel his fear and dominance.

"Open your mouth." He commanded; I opened my mouth in obedience.

He slowly guided his cock into my mouth, not stopping as he reached the back of my throat, my body started to gag, I repressed it as much as I could when I felt him slow, every so fucking slowly ease his cock all the way in.

I struggled to breath as he held his cock so far down my throat, I could feel his balls against my chin.

"Look up at me..." He commanded softly.

I did, he had a dark smirk, as he slowly started fucking my throat, never lifting his cock higher than the top of my throat before he pushed it back down.

I was whimpering.

"Such a good girl, such a good whore." He praised, slowly removing his cock from my throat.

I gasped and gagged, taking in deep breaths.

"Stand up baby girl." He commanded, not letting me rest. I obeyed.

He looked around, seeing a chair by my vanity table, he slowly took off his shirt and pants. He moved over and sat on the chair, stroking his cock.

"Ride me baby..." He purred I shyly walked over and straddled him. Slowly he guided me down on his cock.

I closed my eyes and whimpered at the sudden fullness of having his cock inside of me.

"Fucking shit baby girl, this feels..." he didn't finish his sentence as he continued to move my hips back and fourth against him.

I couldn't help it, I was so scared and worried. I felt tears of stress and fear bubble up.

I looked at him, he was looking at me with affection, but also determination. He whipped my tears but didn't relent.