𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

seven

seven - i'm sorry, i love you.

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i sat against the headboard with my hands under my thighs to prevent me from touching myself. my thighs shook in anticipation and my heart was racing nervously. it had been fifteen minutes and y/n still wasn't here. i could hear her shuffling around, but she still wouldn't come in here.

i whimpered as i felt my underwear grow uncomfortable to wear, and just as i removed my hand from my thigh and began to trial it down to my center, y/n walked in the room.

i squeaked and jumped in my place, afraid she had seen me. she stopped at the door and stared at me. fuck. she knew. she pushed herself off the door and walked towards me, her hands unbuckling her belt. my ears grew hot and i felt a gush of wetness flow from me at the sound of her belt clinking, knowing what was coming.

she stopped on the side of the bed and grabbed my ankles, yanking me towards her. i gasped as she leaned down and roughly pressed her lips to mine, her hand gripping my throat tighter than ever.

i whined when she pulled away—that stern look in her eyes. i whimpered as she put her knee against my clit and moved up and down, and i bit my lip to conceal my sounds. y/n's hand tightly gripped my cheek, "what the fuck did i tell you, ariana?" her voice was hard and cold making me try to clench my thighs, but her leg stopped me.

i whined as i felt tears fill my eyes when she moved faster. "i-i'm sorry! i didn't touch, i promise!" i begged, trying to convince her not to do anything.

y/n hummed, and i knew she obviously didn't believe me. "turn around." she didn't even let me turn on my own as she grabbed my hips and leaned me over the side of my bed.

she ripped my panties off and i whimpered at how rough she was. i felt her drop to her knees, and before i knew it, she was sucking roughly on my clit and her three fingers were pounding into me. i screamed out and felt my legs grow weak already.

she swirled her tongue anywhere she could reach and her fingers curled inside of me. i moaned loudly and reached back to grip her hair tightly. "ah, fuck! i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i won't do it again, i promise!" i cried out through the pleasure.

i cried as y/n stopped, pulling her fingers out of me. her hand rubbed my asscheek as two of her fingers spread me open for her enjoyment. my body was trembling when she spoke, "what are you sorry for, hm?"

i sniffed and shoved my head into the mattress. "f-for being a brat. i-i'm sorry, daddy. i'm so, so sorry."

y/n breathed out from behind me, "i don't think you're sorry enough, princess." i sobbed at her words and my hand flew back to grip her wrist that played with my entrance. "you remember your safe word, baby?" her voice was gentle, a very sudden change from her once cold tone.

i whimpered and nodded, knowing i was about to get my shit rocked. "uh huh. pickle." i giggled slightly, causing her to chuckle behind me.

"good girl." she leaned down and kissed my neck, slipping two fingers into me. my mouth dropped open and a moan escaped me as i held the back of her neck. she littered the surface in hickeys as she slowly pounded her fingers into me.

she pulled away and pulled out at the same time, making me whine again. "what happens to little sluts like you, huh?" she groaned, her hand rubbing my ass again.