political smut for the comrades

jon ossof x y/n

jon tugged at the leather binding his wrists.
"fuck," he thought to himself, "y/n is not playing around tonight". across the room he could hear a faint rustling of chains. jon quivered in anticipation. you two have been together for a couple months now, and the chemistry in the bedroom had been sparking with electricity since the beginning. you liked his petite body and high voice, and jon loved your strength and boldness.
"y/n?" jon mumbled,
"who said you could speak? unless you're reciting karl marx, do not make a sound" y/n snapped. his mouth clamped shut and he suppressed a moan, jon loved it when you spoke to him that way. he wasn't sure when this obsession began, but he loved being talked down to by you. you sauntered over to where jon was strapped down, carrying a variety of toys for tonight's session. jon tried to lift his head to peak at what you were holding but you pushed his head back down and leaned in, whispering
"greedy sluts dont get to see what's to come. you think early civilizations knew what havok capitalism would wreak on their culture?"
"n-no, mistress" jon stuttered. you began to get to work, slowly gliding your hands down jons face, stomach, finally stopping just above his groin. pulling out your first toy, you slipped a ring around his already hardened cock.
"can let dirty pigs like you cum before minimum wage workers can afford college. so this might take a while sweetheart" you teased, watching his dick throb at the thought of you taking your time. unable to hold yourself back you fisted his cock roughly and began pumping him. slipping a lubed finger under his ass, you slowly worked him open. tonight was going to be fun.