Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

Learning to Trust Austin

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.

--- Austin's Point Of View ---

"Ow Austin, again, haven't you had enough?" Harper moaned in pain, it was daylight now, I had looked over to see her sleeping, didn't even bother to wake her up before I rolled her over onto her stomach, tilting her hips up ever so slightly I entered her again for the fourth time since I got home.

She had cried and squirmed - no doubt exhausted - after the shit I put her though, but I didn't stop or allow her to adjust to much to me, her ass was already stretched out so it was easy to enter her.

I was a bit annoyed at her complaint, I could fuck Ashe way more often and she didn't complain, she would simply take it like the amazing sub she is - Ashe would obey and submit beautifully. Harper was a poor substitute. 

"It takes a few orgasms to satisfy me slut." I growled, taking a slight bit of pity on Harper I grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips, so her ass was propped up a little bit.

I pressed my hand on her head, pushing into the pillow as I plowed her ass.

"Your hurting me." She whined; I searched my feelings - finding I really didn't care.

I let out a deep sigh. "I'll be done quickly Harp, you need to just take it." I chastised.

I closed my eyes, I discovered last night that it was almost impossible to cum with just her, I had to close my eyes, and vividly imagine that it was Ashe under me.

I grabbed her hip, biting my lip, trying not to moan out Ashe's name as I came, I didn't come very much - but it made my balls and cock ache.

I pulled out of her, standing up I got out of bed and started stretching.

She turned and looked at me, her strawberry blond hair was down at over shoulders. Her eyes were wide, I hated the fact that it was her laying there, not Ashe.

"I'm going to take a shower, you can let yourself out, keep your phone on, in case I need to get a hold of you soon." I turned to go to my bathroom when I herd her give a disaster grunt.

"What, no breakfast?" She taunted.

I stopped abruptly, I wasn't use to being talked to like that, let alone from a girl that was basically just a place for me to orgasm.

I turned almost mockingly at her. "Yeah, Harper I told you, you are just here to be used." I tutted at her, she looked sad but finally obeyed and got up and get dressed, quietly leaving the room. I was half tempted to call her back and clean off my cock, but I was tired and needed a hot shower.

I spent quite a bit longer in the shower than I needed, and it worked to loosen my sore muscles.

I stepped out of my bedroom, wearing only pajama pants, I heard rusting in the front room. I groaned and rolled my eyes, walking into my front room.

"Harper, fuck, seriously, leave." I barked, when I looked up I stopped dead in my tracks.

Yeah, Harper was gone, but sitting on my couch drinking one of my Bud Lights was Connor, dressed in a nice dress shirt and pants.

I was half in my mind to walk quickly to my room grab my gun and shoot him where he sat.

Looking at my expression he gave a smirk, almost like he was reading my mind.