Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

Pizza and Love

Warning!!

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

--- Connor's Point Of View ---

I was sitting at a private table at Market Street Grill just a mile or so from Austin's house. I had ordered a huge steak and fries; it was comfort food for my temper that I was trying to sooth.

I had a lap top open and I was watching his house though all security camera. While I was there this morning, I had a reason, not just talk to Ashe, I was there to move a camera, so it faced Austin's bedroom window. I had a clear view now, a clear view of them.

Harper helped as I offered her a couple thousand dollars to distract Austin while I moved the camera, but I could not talk to my Ashe. I missed her, I fucking missed her so much. I just had to hear her voice.

I watched in anger as he fucked her - he had such easy access to her. He was being a little bit to rough for the baby, at least in my opinion. I knew she would take rough sex, but I did not want her hurt. With a deep sigh I could tell that Austin was holding back quite a bit.

Maybe I was just upset that he was fucking her, and I wasn't, I craved her and wanted her, I wanted her at my side right now. We had lost our child, something that wounded me deeply, and I wondered...hoped, if Austin reacted badly to this child - I may get a second chance to have a family with her.

I watched as he left the room, mad he did not seem to care to cover her up - just left her there, full of his cum, he stopped at the door of the room, seemed to ask her something - then after a moment of looking at her he turned and left.

I watched him walk down the hall way, stopping abruptly he looked behind him he shook his head and continued to the music room, there were other men in there, it looked like he was going to be working on some music.

I fucking hated him, I didn't want to be charged with murder or anything, but If I thought that I could get rid of him, kill the mother fucker, and get away with it - I would do it in a heartbeat. The asshole didn't deserve her - he was so rough and dominate. True, I was to - but I loved her. I couldn't tell if he loved her or not, if he did, things would be even more complicated.

I shut the laptop in anger, and started eating my prime rib. I was just torturing myself at this point.

--- Austin's Point of View ---

I gazed at her in wonder. Something was different about her, I looked at her freshly fucked body, I had to admire her for a moment. I loved her curves and how she could take me being rough with her, she fucking glowed. I found myself having to almost force myself to go, I wanted to get back in the bed with her and cuddle her.

Still, I swear there was something off about her, some that I couldn't quite place...fuck, like, a primal kind of feeling, made me have an odd wave of protectiveness for her.

I shrugged it off for now, because I actually truly had some work to do. Even though it thrilled me to no end that she was chained to my bed, waiting for me. I knew I'd go in again - fuck her hard again then make love to ger tonight and treat her like a queen. I was torn between ordering food from the Steak Pit at the ski resort Snowbird or the Porcupine Pub and Grill.

I was walking down the hall to my studio when an odd and uncomfortable feeling came over me. It had felt it more than a few times while I have been at home - it fucking felt like I was being watched by someone.